It’s Easter morning in a pandemic – or – Tethers

It’s Easter morning in a pandemic and the morning is very dark. Heavy clouds layer the sky. A cold wind blows. This is right. The earth still refuses to abide by human calendars. The earth is not happy and bright simply because it is Easter morning. The earth does not serve us. It is dark to the point that I light a candle. So funny how a candle helps make the world right again; I settle into my prayer chair, by my window, by my plant. So funny how the heart and body need to find small tethers to the Old World, and how these small tethers keep me walking upright upon the earth. They are not heavy enough to anchor me; instead, they straighten me, like a balloon in the Macy’s Day Parade. A tether, a tether, a tether, a tether: They are small yet valuable. They help me from going askance.

© Meisaan Chan

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2 Responses to It’s Easter morning in a pandemic – or – Tethers

  1. Barbara W Reed says:

    it is, always has been, and always will be the simple, small things in life that bring us lasting peace. thank you for this and happy, healthy, blessed

    • Meisaan Chan says:

      Thank you so very much. Yes, may we continue to train our eyes for the humble small tethers, the quiet ones, the silent yellow arrows that point us straight upon the path. – Meisaan

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