Happy Easter

Happy Easter to everyone, even if you are not celebrating this Christian Feast I hope you will all be having a good long weekend.

Image from Pixabay

Now the Easter Egg, especially the chocolate one is a huge symbol, it is also big business. After Lent and all its fasting the Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Christ on Easter Sunday. From pagan times the egg has been the symbol for this feast. Though the chocolate egg is a recent invention from the 19th century. You can read about the Easter Egg here

I just wrote a long post on the history of Easter and the Easter Egg. Then I decided that is not what I wanted to do really.

Because we are such a diverse community and I love you all for that I really just want to say

To you all . Eat lots of Chocolate. Or don’t, watch out for Easter Bunnies.. or don’t, follow your religious beliefs what ever they are. Most of all be happy and enjoy. Love to you all .

#SoCS March 30/18 Bun.

Today Linda of A Life in Progress has given us the Bun to use for our #SoCs. We can use it in a word or as a word in its own right.

Rules and Pingback Here.

We always had hot cross buns on Good Friday for breakfast. They were always fresh from the oven. I loved them somthered with butter and jam. It was a delicious way to start the day and end our Lenten fast.

We would not have had anything so tasty since our lemon and sugar pancakes 40 days previous on Shrove Tuesday.

Then we went to mass followed by the Stations of the Cross. I am sure we were all there for over three hours! That’s a long time when you are a baby, a toddler, young girl and even teenager.

I do remember it always seemed to go dark around 3pm. That’s the time the Crusifixion was said to have taken place. Whether that was autosuggestion or not I always expect it.

Sunday was mass again and then ūüź•ūüź§ūüź£ Easter eggs.ūüíúūüźįūüźá

Well that’s my ramblings I decided to do a Acrostic Nonet about Easter and Hot Cross Buns.

Using the nine lettered word Abundance, well nowadays you can buy an abundance of them all year round.

Abundance.

Always at Easter after Lents done

Bakers prepare the hot cross bun

Uncannily fruity fun

No one can resist them

Don’t fib you love them.

April or March

No matter

Come and

Eat.

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Easter: The Crusifixion.

This is part of a story I am writing about a fallen angel, Sofia who is shunned and punished by the angels and archangels. She must prove herself. At this point in the story she has followed Jesus to Calary where he is cruified. She has a child Nadia with her, she took Nadia under her wing when her mother died.

An Easter Story.

The Crucifixion

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The sky had gone unexpectedly black and there was thunder and lightening ! The woman and the child stood at the foot of the young man’s cross the child shaking with fear the woman talking beseeching as if there was someone else there. One of the Roman soldiers spat and said to no one in particular ” Who is she, she has dragged that child here, two steps behind this ‘King of the Jews ‘ since he left Pilots house.

Sofia was unaware of the weather and her surroundings she was there to support the man, the boy , the babe she had followed every step of his life. Except for his mother she was , of his followers the closest to him ….. and yet so far. The pain that had wrecked her body since that day in the market she now was sharing with the man.

She kept reaching out to touch just his foot but each time she did Gabriel or one of his brothers stepped forward to stab at her hand. She was bleeding from both hands and her shoulder where the angry angels had struck her. She spoke softly to the man asking for his forgiveness and offering to take on all his pain. The man had looked like had weakened once or twice but each time he went to speak to her Gabriel would lash out at her causing more blood to flow.

Suddenly as if awakening from a dream she knelt down to comfort the child. “Don’t worry Nadia , remember he has taught us all that he is going to his father’s house and we too shall join him there.” The child looked into Sofia’s eyes and asked” why are you in so much pain? I don’t understand I am frightened!” Sobbing Nadia buried her head in Sofia’s cloak “why does he not listen to you, why do the others hurt you” Who” asked Sofia shocked “what others” Wiping her eyes Nadia shouted angrily. “Those men in white with swords of fire and white wings and faces of stone when they look at you” “It is a long story I shall tell you all” replied Sofia but not here.

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It was early afternoon in reality but it was still as black as night up on the hill at Calgary Sofia and Nadia still held their vigil the child crying for the man she had come to love who she and Sofia had shadowed faithfully over the last two years since her mother had died and she had found Sofia. Sofia though, her body shuddering in pain , she cried for the world.

A group of women approached them, among them Mary the man’s mother and Mary Magdelin a well known whore who had given up all her hard earned wealth and her work to follow the man. He had, had that effect on lots of people and not only women, just look at his close twelve known as the Apostles. All fishermen from Galilee they had just up and left all to follow the young man.

As the group arrived they embraced Sofia and Nadia. Mary thanked them for staying with her son. “He is still suffering ” said Sofia . As she spoke Mary ( the mother) looking at her that strange feeling of recollection just out of reach. Then as Sofia bent forward to kiss her on the cheek recollections flooded into her head. “Sofia” she cried “it’s you, where have you been” Taking her hand Sofia replied ” I have been either at your side or one step behind you, I never left , you just did not see me.

Sofia Told them that she must take the child away to rest , Mary held on to her hand “please do not leave me again Sofia I need you” Sofia saw Gabriel over Mary’s shoulder his look was like stone but Sofia took her gaze from him and looking into Mary’s face she promised she would stay this time and she meant it!

Leading Nadia away Sofia made her way down the hill, as she passed the lead Centurion she whispered in his ear “Give the order to stab the “King of the Jews in the side”. As they climbed down to the road Sofia heard the voice of the centurion barking out the order.

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If you would like to read Sofia’s journey it is here

If we were having Coffee: Happy Easter

If we were having Coffee

If  we  were having  Coffee  :  time  again to ask how  are  you all are   and  what  have  you been up  to this  week!  Come in it is lovely  to see you all here again. The fires are lit and  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea on  the go  and the cakes and sweets are all set out.  We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

Firstly  let us  welcome  Paul  back  he was much  missed last  week  and  we are  all delighted  to have him back  with us  and  also  we are  even more  delighted  to know  that  his  medical  emergency was averted  and  sorted  without surgical intervention.  Welcome  home Paul  you were missed!

Secondly  I would  like  to wish everyone  a very Happy  Easter!

Happy Easter

So  what has  been going on this  week, well  I  have  Not  been  doing  the  A to Z April Challenge , or  rather  I have been doing it  but unofficially . I am such a scaredicat   that I  did not  sign up  because I  though I  could  not  keep up  the  commitment because, 1 I have a lot  on my  plate  and, 2 I  am always in trouble  with the husband for  being on the  computer  too much  as it is!

Anyway  I  am participating  unofficially  and  I am tagging  along  with  everyone  doing  a Nonet  a day  and  announcing  that  the post  is Not  the A to Z April Challenge.  Doobster 418 at Mindful Disgressions has  made  some  great  logos  and he has  allowed  me  to  use  one one ..unofficially of  course! I chose  this  one!

Made By Doobster 418

 

 

Would  you like  another cuppa  or  some cake  or biscuits? We have plenty on  offer come over  and warm  yourselves  by  the  fire!

If ¬†we were having ¬†coffee: ¬†I’d ¬†tell you ¬†that ¬†the husband ¬†and I went to see ¬†the ¬†sequel to ¬†The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, namely ¬†The ¬†Second ¬†Best Marigold Hotel. Have ¬†you seen these ¬†two ¬†films ¬†they are ¬†amazingly, happy, sad, hilariously funny ¬†and ¬†heart wrenchingly sad! Here ¬†are ¬†two ¬†clips ¬†one ¬†from ¬†each ¬†film . The ¬†hubby ¬†and I ¬†really ¬†enjoyed ¬†both!

 

If ¬†we were having coffee : ¬†¬†I would ¬†ask ¬†what ¬†are ¬†your plans ¬†for ¬†Easter ¬†we have ¬†the husband’s Mother ¬†and his Aunt ¬†coming ¬†round ¬†for the day, they are ¬†both in their 90’s. I ¬†do hope ¬†that ¬†what ever ¬†you have planned ¬†you enjoy ¬†it!

Well I  shall have  to close  for  now  as  there is  a big  roast  to prepare  ( Leg  of  lamb  and  all the trimmings!!) So  again  i wish  you  a  happy  and blessed  Easter !

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

Coffee and cakes by the fire.

 

Rejoice, Rejoice

They thought all was lost they thought  that  he was gone.

They walked sadly to his tomb  feel hopeless, everthing was wrong.

The sun was shining, like any other day

Yet  what they found  left them with no  words to say.

 

“He is no longer here” a smiling ¬†young ¬†man said

“He is alive ¬†so rejoice. ¬†Your friend, your son is no longer ¬†dead!”

Unbelieving  they all stood and stared at  the empty space

“Where is he” asked the ¬†woman , “I need to see his face”

 

No one had stolen him,  there had been a guard outside

Yet  he was gone , his tomb empty . All rules of life defied.

“Go” said ¬†the young man “go tell all who believed in him

He is Risen ¬†and gone to his father. He died to cleanse your sins.”

 

They went forth into the world and gladly  spread  the news.

And their beloved Jeus did appear  to them to expell their  blues.

He died  for us, an awful painful death. He sacrificed for us the  most  that  he could give.

He washed away mandkind’s sins so in his beautiful light all of us could live.

 

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I am so sorry I have been abscent for  a while and have not been able  to read  your posts  but  you  are  all in  my  thoughts!

So to all of  you Happy Easter  be Blessed  and Happy.

I hope to be back properly  soon.

Love  willow xxxxxx

HAPPY EASTER

I want to wish my entire wordpress family and everyone who visits my blog a very Happy and Blessed Easter.

No matter your nationality or religion we are one underneath. So May your God bless you all.

With love willow xxxxx 

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