Each Easter I've posted about the meaning of the day. For the last six years the Spirit has moved me to reflection, and perhaps some of my best writing. This year, the Muse has been silent.
I think it's because I'm happy. I find it much easier to ponder deeply when life is a mess. It's not, for the first time is a long, long season.
So please accept my apologies, gentle reader, and I hope that you have as happy an Easter as I am.