This Easter, I don’t just remember the Christ as savior, but as mirror of what becomes possible, when we let Love undo us, when we die to all that is false. And I remember the Magdalene: The one who stayed. The one who saw. The one who did not need a pulpit to be Holy.

In this state of transit, the time has come, to take a step further, and transcend.

May Eostre with Hare rise again with fire of dawn in their eyes weaving winds roots and rain teaching us the songs of the earth once again.

You are not lost. You have only forgotten. But the song remembers.

May I serve Creator consciously with my creations.

With your old ways, and our new ways, together we pave, the timeless path, to walk each other, back home. Band of all. Whole Band. Bandorai.

Tres en uno. Uno en tres. Danzando, siendo, Trinidad.

I do not love you with my heart and mind, I love you with my soul, in case my mind forgets and my heart stops. (Rumi) Let me be mine, and...

Wholly here, wholly there, wholly everywhere, wholly whole.