On this Easter morning that marks in many ways for many people the belief that out of death comes life; out of suffering, joy; out of despair, hope–or just out of the frozen earth of winter, the mud and flowers of spring– I found myself without a single idea for a Sunday blog.
My plan, as I crawled into bed last night, was to write a brief apology for the first Sunday I’ve missed since making this commitment to myself.
Then I considered a silly Easter Bunny blog, with lots of images of the usual eggs and bunnies and adorable children and, of course, the giant Easter Bunny at the Mall (I suspect the same person who appeared as Santa for Christmas). This could have worked as a lead to a biting criticism of the commercialization of religious holidays. There’s a terribly long list of these corrupted rituals.
I found I hadn’t the energy for biting criticism.
Several years ago a colleague emailed me a YouTube video of k.d. lang singing Leonard Cohen’s haunting song, “Hallelujah.” On the day it arrived I sat, mesmerized, and watched it at least twenty times. I have since sent it to many many people.
Leonard Cohen is one of my favorite poets and the one I followed when everyone else was panting after Bob Dylan. I am seventy years old and almost certainly qualify as a Leonard Cohen groupie. I had heard of k.d. lang but had never seen nor heard her.
When my only grandchild was about two months old, I introduced him to this video. He lay on my big bed and watched it on my laptop. He never took his eyes off the screen. We have watched it together at least once a week since then. He will be a year old next month, and I have my own videos of him in front of the laptop. Nothing else captures his attention in the same way. When he was small, he watched and listened. At eleven months, his mouth moves in a careful attempt to sing.