Then Easter Sunday came -or rather Saturday night blurred into Sunday morn.
Five pillow cases still needed to be created and sewn.
I decided to 'cook' through the night - many steps to do in what I realized was becoming more of a raw Easter brunch than I had originally thought!
But it was lovely. L.o.v.e.ly. And I was touched by all who chose to come, truly a table of diversity not just in race but in all kinds of backgrounds and orientations, be it faith, sexual, or worldviews.
Some of you may have seen my tweet about 'cooking with Abba'.
So special, serene and lovely too.
At about 4am, I realized - why would I be sleeping if my Beloved actually wasn't dead??
He did arise and does live--I personally know. (Though I understand it sounds bizarre to some.) And I was cooking with him that night in my kitchen.
Guests came right around 11am - when the brunch meal was to begin.
I was still racing around making sure things were in their place - carving out the Space to allow whatever Was To Be to Dwell and Exist.
Whatever and What Was and Is did Dwell - and special conversations, connections, and curiosities existed and came to life.
This will be a day I will remember for a while, and I was told, it will be by others as well.