easter gives me hope

silhouette photography of hanging rosary
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We need that little bubble

Rising in our throats

A little joy, some warmth

To see us into summer months

We never thought we’d see.

I’ve written about my faith and how I’m struggling with it at the moment. And not in a ‘I’m not sure if I’ve got it right’ kind of way. I mean in a ‘I hate everything that comes from this’ kind of way. And that genuinely makes me so sad. Because my faith has brought me through so much, and I genuinely think that everybody needs to believe in something bigger than themselves if they are going to thrive in the world.

But there is something about Easter that just refreshes what I know I’ve always felt. Christmas can sometimes bring out the worst in people because we are all so stressed, trying to make it the best ever. But there isn’t that stress that surrounds Easter. And if you have a Christian faith, then it’s obviously a very powerful and emotional weekend.

I’m only bringing this up again because I just went shopping and rather than nipping around the corner, I decided to get in the car and drive across town. This meant that I had twenty minutes in the car, listening to the radio. And on the radio they were talking about the crucifixion and playing songs by choirs and choristers.

It just made something bubble up inside of me. I’ve been hating God for the problems in my family, but the truth is that it’s inherently human to go through all of these things. These weekend is celebrated to remind us that Jesus suffered that pain.

I sometimes feel like I have wavered at the first hurdle with my faith. I almost gave up when the first bad thing happened. Almost. But not quite.

Wishing you some hope and love this weekend.

Much Love

Rachel xx

pancake heaven

stack of pancakes with strawberry fruits
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Light and fluffy

Topped with sweet cream cheese

And berries in a compote form.

Or there are the paper thin

Crepes that let through light

And flip in oily pans

Squeezed with lemon, sugar sprinkled

Eyes are always closed as lips

Part for pancakes made with love.

I made pancakes today and I had forgotten just how much I loved them. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed everything, not just the eating. There was something so lovely about making the batter and pouring it into the pan. It was lovely to see them slowly pile up on the plate as they were made.

Since lockdown, Noah and I have been eating a hell of a lot of red meat for breakfast. We decided early on that because we were stuck inside and not going to school, we would treat ourselves by having either bacon or sausage sandwiches almost every day.

It’s been really nice, but that is a lot of red meat and that plays on my mind. So for the next few days, I’m going to enjoy that process of making that batter. It makes me feel a bit more homely; a bit like I know what I’m doing in the kitchen.

Much Love

Rachel xx

PS I have peanut butter and jam on mine. Anyone else? Or is that a bit weird?