Good Friday

I'm always puzzled why this holiday has stuck with the US public. Wall Street, of all institutions, is closed today. With all the hue and cry about separation of church and state, why would this most singularly Christian holiday still be observed. I understand that Easter and Christmas are also Christian holidays at the conceptual level as well, but the Good Friday observation goes beyond that. Think of the traders on the floor at Wall Street and guess how many of them truly observe the Crucifixion aspects of the day. I think it would make a fascinating study.

Whereas, even having grown up in a very religiously-oriented household, I still remember almost no religious rituals connected with the day.

Except, of course, the exquisitely devout practice of egg-painting.

I know I've written of this before, but it was such a happy time! And my nose still twitches at the remembered acrid scent of the dyes hitting warm, hard-boiled eggs. We began so earnestly, carefully sketching designs, the colors still pure. But as cotton swabs picked up other colors from the eggs, the colors in the cupcake tin began to muddy - as did the eggs.

A life lesson in the making!

Convictions so startlingly pure and decisive in the start, when they start rubbing up against others, start to morph into new shades. In the end, some riveting blends exist.

Something to be said for that.