I didn’t “get” that I’d be celebrating Easter in Europe. Even though I knew I’d be in Venice for the beginning of Carnevale, and back here in Waldkirch for the Black Forest pre Lent “Fastnet” celebrations, I simply didn’t realize that forty days later, it would be Easter and I’d be here.
Nor did I fully register that I’d be in Europe for my favourite season, spring. Of course I was packing for three seasons: winter, spring and summer, but I was so preoccupied with the “first-time ever logistics” of managing two suitcases, catching a train from Frankfurt airport, getting to Italy, finding my way alone…that I didn’t connect the dots. I’ve truly been “moving at the pace of guidance…sensing an emerging future.”
And what a future! What a spring! For at least seven weeks I’ve seen its emergence, from crocus to forsythia, anenome to dandelion, appleblossom to rosebud, magnolia to lilac. The rose-coloured cathedral steeple, at first in plain view from my place at “BellaThea’s” table, is now fully obscured by tree leaves. The pastures are speckled with grazing sheep, goats, horses and cows. The terraced vineyards are greening up.
And birdsong. Every morning since my trip in Denmark in early March, I’m awakened by the songs of warblers, doves, robins, cuckoos and other songbirds. Bells and birdsong…my auditory memory of Europe.
This morning, Easter Sunday, the bells from every church chimed for at least thirty minutes in celebration of this sacred day. As I stood on the terrace listening with a heart full of joy and appreciation, I imagined the bells in every chapel, church and cathedral I’ve visited – in Bologna, Ravenna, Verona, Venice, Copenhagen, Paris, Cologne, Milan, Sienna, Lucca, Florence, Waldkirch, St.Peter – and knew that at that moment they, too,were ringing.
Hallelujah! The Christ has risen.
Frohe Ostern! Buona Pasqua! Happy Easter!