Growing up in a predominantly Catholic country, the Philippines, Easter reminds me of what I always hear on Sunday mass, the resurrection of Jesus Christ. A new beginning, a transformation. When I was a young girl, I saw men flagellating themselves, women sitting for hours to read the Passion of Christ using a chant-like tone, prosessions of adorned saintly figures. We were not allowed to eat pork during Lent, and worst to take a bath!
Raising my two daughters in Canada was a different story. Aside from a personal spiritual reflection, I would boil eggs for the famous Easter Egg Hunt. When I had extra time, (my kids were born 18 months apart and I was running two businesses) I would decorate and color the eggs and spread them around our two-storey home. After church service, we would go to a friend’s place for another hunting game. Oh it was so much fun watching kids’ faces filled with excitement!
Amidst all the traditions and varying views, I have always searched for the meaning of Easter, the wisdoms behind the tradition, and one that resonates with me.







