This weekend, I have the pleasure of taking a short vacation to our nation’s capital with my family for Easter. Going to Washington DC for Easter has been a tradition for my family for several years. When my mother asked me a few weeks back if I would like to come to DC again this year for the holiday, I jumped at the opportunity.
Whatever your personal feelings are on Easter, it’s hard to escape the overt symbolism of the holiday. Renewal, rebirth and resurrection are woven throughout the Christian Easter story, but I like to think that these themes are also woven throughout our lives as well.
For me, my resurrection came not long ago in an extremely profound way. Recently, I finally found a doctor who was able to properly diagnose and treat a chronic illness that has been plaguing me for a very long time. Being able to breathe again (literally but, of course, figuratively as well) has felt nothing short of miraculous.
Exercising is easier. Meditating is simpler. Even walking is better. My insomnia has started slipping away. My body has been feeling better every day. This transformation has been so powerful that I cried for three days straight out of sheer gratitude and relief.
Most of the time, change is incremental, at best. But every once in awhile we are fortunate enough to experience a rebirth so sudden and unexpected that it propels us forward in an extremely powerful and meaningful way.
Yesterday there was darkness. Today there is light. Sometimes the path between those two is long and winding and sometimes it happens in the blink of an eye. How have you been resurrected?