Preparation for Visitations

 


Last week I colored a handful of eggs to go into a blue bowl on our table for Easter Sunday. As the weather turns warmer it has me missing the cold nights and the lights and preparations for those chilly air holidays. And this has me thinking about the secret visitors that we invite into our homes. The magical beings who bring toys and foods and fix shoes...

In this year of not bringing other people into our homes it seems that the magical beings have extra meaning this year. Wrapped into the traditions is this place we set for the ones we do not see, or the place for the honored guest left open at our feast. This year most of the places are left open. 

What part of us does the magic creature feed? How is our own presence felt thru absence? In this place not filled there is hope and remembrance. 

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