Sunday, April 4, 2010

FIELD NOTE 4.16 - Easter in France.

Today is Easter - the day of resurrection to some and to others just the day of chocolate.
Never having been very religious, I typically count myself amongst the latter. But this year, being so far from home and having asked my parents to send me nothing else, I knew that there would be no candy come this morning.
Even knowing this, it was hard to accept. It's wasn't even the thought of not having any chocolate that made me sad, it was as if I was somehow willingly breaking a cycle or ending a practice before its time.
So I did the only thing I could think of: I bought myself a chocolate Easter bunny at the grocery store. It's not that much to look at, this hollow shell of dark chocolate wrapped in gaudy gold foil, but it means the world. So the cycle continues and the practice is unbroken and the world will not fall into chaos.
I couldn't quite bring myself to tear open that foil today and begin nibbling on the ears. Instead I merely contented myself with the bunny's presence on my desk, occasionally reaching out and ringing the bell on the ribbon around its neck. And I smiled, the world here seeming a little more like home.

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