lent/easter: random thoughts on a warm spring morning

This warm weather, early spring (too early to be really spring?), stirs something deep within, something primal and eschatological (pre- and trans-).  I open a few windows though if this were the other end of summer I’d be closing them and pulling sweaters on; I contrive excuses to go outside and just feel it, smell it (like bringing the recycling bins in, which all winter is Just One More Damn Thing To Do).  Lent/Easter: a cycle.  Death/rebirth: natural.  Surprising?  Why?  Every morning, indeed each moment, is a little Easter; we long for the Easter of our souls/selves.  To reach it, of course, we need to not avoid death--ego-death, that is, because that’s simply the way the system works.  A brief history of the evolution of religion/spirituality as I’m beginning to understand it: What was originally seen as something that happened outside us--to the crops and the seasons--comes to be seen as something that takes place in one person, Jesus, for all our benefit; and then we begin to see that it happens, or has the potential to happen, or we have the potential to actually see it happening, in ourselves.  One way to look at things, anyway.