Easter Sunday

I know I've been slacking again on the postings. I've been really sick. Ostara came and went without too much going on in our home. The stomach flu and other child-borne viruses saw to that. I haven't even switched over my altar yet.

As with everything else though... it will just take a bit of time. I really need to acquire a new altar cloth for the spring season. I believe its the only season I don't have one for. The blue I use for the winter is so pretty I don't usually want to switch. That; and I haven't found anything that really shouts SPRING to me.

Daddy recently showed a co-worker of his a picture of my altar (apparently it was brought up in conversation) and he said it was completely NOT what he expected. I get this a lot from certain pagan groups a lot. I feel that each altar, of which I have 4, should be very personal and sacred to the individual. It shouldn't have to follow a mold or conform to anyone else's ideas.

Not surprisingly, that is also how I live each and every day of my life. I don't do things the way I'm expected to. I do things my way, the way that brings out my happiness. Not saying I never do things I don't want to do... this is real life after all.

And that brings me full circle, I don't personally celebrate Easter. I do it for my boys and extended family. But today is a bittersweet day for me. The eldest is with his biological father. Daddy and I were discussing it today, our family is always incomplete on these days. It just doesn't feel right to not have him with us.