Resurrection, Redemption, and a Year

I suppose I could have written a blog about April Fool’s Day or the disgusting Easter weather we have in Berlin today (rain and snow), or go all theologian and do an analysis of Easter in the modern world. Instead, today I will celebrate one year of living in Berlin. Last year I packed my bags, left my cat behind in Manila with a heavy heart, and literally headed out west to start a new life. It will always be a decision to have jumped from the frying pan into the fire, and the last 12 months have been anything but easy, but here I am – still standing on my own two feet.

In the Christian world we celebrate Easter today – the resurrection of Christ and the triumph of light over darkness, but without the crucifixion and death, there would not have been a resurrection. In the same manner, I look back at the year that was and realise that without all the dark moments, failures and losses I would never embraced the light and found my way back to myself. Although to be more accurate, found myself for the first time.

Some people wish that they had the chance to start over and build the life they always wanted for themselves. For many, this remains a dream, as we get caught up in responsibilities and careers that are difficult or impossible to walk away from. Every once in a while, however, a few of us are granted that chance to start over and wipe the slate clean. Let me be the first to tell you, however, that this golden opportunity comes at a heavy price, one that I didn’t see myself affording ten years ago, or ever in my life. But here I am, in the midst of what I consider to be my bohemian soul construction site, hammering out the redemption of my spirit and measuring out the windows and doors for new beginnings and perspectives.

So on this Easter morning I decked out the table in celebratory fashion, going all out because I am here to celebrate life and be grateful for the pillars of my life. I have faced darkness and almost jumped over the edge into the eternal abyss, but my guardian angels held me back, and friendships have pulled me back up. Yes, it is certainly the most meaningful Easter of my life thus far – Worth writing about.