One year ago, we climbed the hill behind our streets, spread a blanket and watched the sunset to remember the last supper of Jesus. How he sat down and shared time around the table with his disciples. We worked during the day, but during the evening we wanted to create space, so he could come and sit with us too. Move us and shape us. We watched the sky turn in all its shades of glory. On Easter Sunday I convinced Michelle that we should climb another rock and welcome the day as the sun begins to rise. This morning, we raced the sunlight, we hurried and climbed and spread a blanket once more. In my mind this was going to be a glorious morning sky, as we remember the resurrection of Jesus and toast with a tiny, repurposed gin glass (ahem, sorry all the gin lovin’ folks) of bubbly to a glorious new day. My mind and the morning glory, however where somewhat out of sync, as we found ourselves semi wrapped in a semi small blanket, freezing as we waited for the far too cold Scottish sun to make an appearance, which never happened. We sat waiting for morning light (the one I love best) and what came was soft drizzle to our picnic and one or the other irritated dog owner walking their somewhat befuddled dog, whose way we apparently in. We decided to make the best of it and giggled in the face of them all. The grey morning haze, the cold, the dog owners and their canine. And despite all the things which did not unfold the way I had imagined it, we sat there overlooking the rough misty sea on Easter Sunday remembering how Jesus had his best heart-bonding times sitting down with his closest followers. Sharing hearts and wounds and overcoming death. On our behalf. Sooo, we remember this and everything else gives way to a bigger picture. We cherish the words we get to read, and the view we can take in, each other’s company and the faces we get to smile at. So, this was our Easter Sunday of last. Now a sweet memory somewhere in the middle of Scotland. It is my prayer that you will find yourself somewhere on a hill or field or green, overlooking a bit of life and holding still at the wonder of this incredible holiday, where Jesus gave his very self for you and me. And no matter the weather, how he made space around a table, always ready to meet.
Happy Easter sweet friend!
The pictures from this post are from another day. The last day before lockdown in March of last. Overlooking Edinburgh, our home and place holding so many incredible memories.
