This year's Easter celebration was birthed over the Chuck-it. You see, most every morning is marked by our neighborhood's own version of a dog park: Mark and Ruckus, Erin and Lilly, Kara and her girls, Cara and Mr. Darcy, Mona and Simba, & Loren and Mochi might be out on the green throwing and catching the balls. Our eclectic little neighborhood has been brought together by our canine friends.
Our mornings together are real and messy and encouraging and perplexing all at the same time. Yet conversations happen in the midst of it, and neighbors have turned into acquaintances, and then to friends and might I say ... dear friends. But it's a pretty cool picture of real life, because we're not all alike - for instance, each couple seems to have been dubbed some sort of label. Though individually James is "the hot one," and I'm "the good one" [oh, how I've vied for the label of "the hot one!"], collectively we've been labeled "The Christians."
It was over a canine conversation that we began talking about doing a neighborhood Easter celebration, and happen it did. Together, 18 Christians and non-Christians and Jews and gays and lesbians and straights and friends of friends gathered for a potluck Easter "slupper" (supper + lunch, of course), complete with an Elton John and Sound of Music sing-a-long at the end of the afternoon.
It was altogether lovely. And, quite frankly, I think the way it's supposed to be.
And finally, the Elton John and Sound of Music jam session - if only you could have seen Mr. Meredith singing along!
The Easter celebration continues, all year long... He is risen - he is risen, indeed!