|09:34 pm - Le Christ notre Pâque a été immolé -- célébrons donc la fête|
Spent most of today in contemplation of the symbolism of Easter-tide rituals.
Went to French church first, where Christ as the Paschal lamb is the focus of the service. Did the typical Episcopalian pogo-stick-ing as we celebrated the Resurrection with plenty of singing. After a warm welcome from the vicar, we had a vin d'honneur in the parish reception room. There was plenty of wine, of course, as well as several types of cheese. (I had some white bordeaux as well as some sauvignon blanc.) There were also all kinds of savory dishes -- ziti with shrimp, ham, turkey, warm potato salad, rice with vegetables and a delicious leg of lamb as the buffet table's centerpiece. There were special Easter sweet breads with colored eggs baked into the dough and various cakes and cookies and all kinds of Easter candies. (I'd brought along some malted-milk robins' eggs as well as some ginger-lemon sandwich cookies for my contribution to the feast.)
While I was sipping my tea and chatting, I noticed snow falling outside the large windows. It continued after I left the church on the way to my next gathering and there were snow squalls throughout the afternoon and into the evening.
April's showers are supposed to be of rain, not snow.
Luckily, nothing really stuck, but it was rather disconcerting to be celebrating the rebirth of Spring while the white flakes of Winter swirled about outside.
The gathering I attended after church was a pagan seder, held at the home of a Judeo-Pagan friend. It combines the Passover ritual meal with Neopagan symbolism in many interesting ways. While listening to and reading aloud from the syncretic haggadah my friend had created, I thought about how well the traditions merged, and also about how this ceremony also tied in with what I'd participated in earlier, surrounded by WASPs in blazers, striped shirts and bow ties. Sipping blackberry wine and noshing on ginger-pear charoset and orange honey chicken with kasha varnishkas and pineapple kugel, I thought about Jesus celebrating the seder with His companions, saying similar words as He passed the bitter herbs around the table upon which the lamb-shank rested. Matzos and Manischevitz tied me to Him as I dipped parsley in the salt water that represented tears. The Blood of the Paschal Lamb signaled the Angel of Death to Pass Over. Though snow might fall, the reign of Winter was at an end, and Spring would bring new life. The restrictions of ice and cold would melt away in the freedom of warmth and regrowth.
Current Mood: full
Current Music: "Brisant ses liens funèbres"