Many years ago while berry picking with my gram, I asked if she believed in God. She was quite for a long time before she replied, “God is in the blueberries.”
I feel fortunate to have grown up in a family where religious doctrine was rooted in a notion of God as all-encompassing and benevolent, rather than human-centered and judgmental. On this beautiful Easter Day, may the Creative energy in the universe, regardless of what name you call it by, bless you with the hopeful promise of transformation.
