I didn’t know until this year that Easter is a season, not just a day. But it was exactly the kind of thing I was hoping for as Lent drew to an end. I longed for another season of mindfulness stretching out ahead to carry me through the long-lingering winter. I wanted spiritual structure for the remaining weeks of the semester.
So with my minister’s reading of Wendell Berry’s poem, “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” on Easter Sunday, I latched on to a focus for the coming season: practice resurrection.
And with the focus came questions: How do I practice resurrection when it’s April and it’s still snowing and I haven’t seen a proper sunrise since I moved to Michigan? How do I practice resurrection when I have 35 pages to research and write in the next four weeks? How do I practice resurrection when the lease ends at the end of the month and I have yet to find a new apartment to move into?
This is how I have practiced this year:
- Make a cup of tea
- And a second
- Make a whole pot just for yourself
- Go to bed earlier than you want to
- Sleep in when you need to
- Wake up early when sleeping in becomes tiresome
- Recommit to New Year’s Resolutions
- Play games
- Share poetry
- Sit in silence
- Make decisions and plans even if you don’t feel ready
- Let the plans be remade
- Use a new name for God
- Study hymns
- Buy a bunch of daffodils from the supermarket as an act of defiance and hope
- Watch them bloom too fast as it snows outside
- Know that dying is part of their nature and not a tragedy
- Remember there is more life to come
How do you practice resurrection?