Everyone has asked me if I was inspired while away in Ireland. Of course I was. But I was surprised that it really was not by the usual things. More than anything it was the dramatic simplicity of life.
We spent most of the week in the country and everywhere I looked it was an ancient landscape where the past absolutely insists upon the here and now. In the way that the daffodils return to bravely stand against gale winds, the lambs born into rocky fields full of danger, the cobbled walls just high enough to hold their place, but not so high that a shepherd couldn't climb over, the peat bricks stacked and drying in the sun. It was lovely and humbling.
I was inspired more than anything just to take care. Revere the past. Cherish its traditions. Knit them into the present with careful, loving stitches.
That's what I'll be thinking about tomorrow for Easter. A simple day where the past lives here beside our present, mindfully pushing us to look ahead. Hoping you have a day like that too, wherever you are. Happy Easter, welcome the brilliant miracle of spring.