Meet on the ledge, we’re gonna to meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes ‘round again

Richard Thompson, “Meet on the Ledge”

It is Easter, and spring is returning. The woodland in the nearby preserve is dotted with flowers, and oaks are leafing out. Days are getting longer and warmer. Additionally, the jelly beans that Lilly planted yesterday have sprouted into candies that she harvested today. She’s found all the bunny’s eggs, too. Easter is the most profound holiday in the Christian calendar, and its themes touch on renewal and resurrection. We are encouraged to believe that what is important does not die forever, instead “it all comes around again.” For children, we find simple ways to celebrate renewal and new life in ways they can enjoy.

In childhood rituals of colorful eggs, maybe we’re re-creating a little bit of Ostara, the pagan holiday that pre-dates Easter and celebrates the spring equinox and renewal of life and fertility. Celebrations often involved eggs and planting seeds. We may not be thinking of Ostara when our kids hunt for Easter eggs, but there is a connection (if you are interested in the origins of the Easter bunny story, have a look at this).

I’m not trying to recruit new pagan or Christian believers, just pointing out how strong is the undercurrent of our belief in this idea: that which is truly important, truly good, cannot be lost forever but finds a way to return. Perhaps some things are so fundamental to who we are, so much a part of us, that our faith and our need for them brings them back. “If you really mean it, it all comes ‘round again.”

I don’t mean to wring too much meaning out of that lovely Fairport Convention song, written by Richard Thompson when he was still a teen. I’ve read that “Meet on the Ledge” is sometimes played at funerals, when people very much want to believe in things coming ‘round again (and there’s that line, “When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends”). He has been quoted saying that he was not intentionally writing a very deep song, but it seems that some very meaningful words wrapped themselves around him as he wrote.

I would love for our granddaughter to find her way of marking the seasons and transitions of this world and celebrating ideas and values like standing up for love and compassion no matter the cost. Today the ritual was about the sweet taste of spring and things that grow again as the season begins, and spending time delighting in things you find in the grass and the soil. There are so many things to learn about and celebrate in the coming seasons and years.