Mother and child in a supermarket Easter aisle
Easter Reflection

Easter is coming.

You see it before you think about it.

The supermarket shelves change.
Chocolate eggs appear.
Baskets, colours, small traditions waiting to be repeated.

A child reaches for an egg.
A parent smiles.
You remember what you used to do.
Hiding them. Finding them. Laughing.

And somehow, it all feels familiar.

Natural.
Like it has always belonged to you.

But have you ever stopped and asked why?

What does Easter actually mean to you and your family?
And how much of that meaning did you choose?

Or did it arrive already shaped, already understood, already felt?

This week, I want to sit with that question.