A very good friend sent mama, papa and me an Easter greeting and I have to say, when mama showed me this video, I sort of wished I had had babies, too. But…too late for that. Still, it is the sweetest story and a loving story for Easter–I’m not sure what that is–I think it’s when something really important happened in the ancient world and a stone was rolled away and a miracle happened and it also comes right after Passover, which is also a very, very important day for the Jewish people who were emancipated from slavery in ancient Eypt. Mama and papa have been to many seders—a gathering of family, very special and lovely, mama says, and she and papa used to make the matzoh for many friends in Los Angeles for their seders, but I am rambling on today and only wanted to put this video on my blog because when I watched it, I saw that this kitty would have been that way for any tiny creature who needed a mama and so it moved me very much. Especially since I have not had that kitty experience of tiny furry things attached to me for life support. So here is the link and I think it will make your Easter a happy one”
http://www.flixxy.com/the-cat-and-the-ducklings.htm?utm_source=nl
On another note, last night in our little town there was a lovely, small Procession of the Sanch, a celebration of spring, both pagan and religious, and which mama and papa had not seen in its entirety. They said there were many people carrying figures of Christ and the Virgin and they were on chariots, as they are called in French, and were held up by swaying hooded people in long black robes and a drummer beats a very moving somber rhythm for the entrance of the procession as it moves through our little streets.
Many businesses along the way have put up flowered altars for Mary and the Christ, all surrounded by candles, and so we have here a kind of mini-semana santa, which is the holy week in Spain where mama and papa went some years ago and heard the gypsies singing saetas to the Virgin (see below).
They visited towns with huge, huge chariots carried by many, many men in black robes and with each procession a magnificent band of horns and drums and then the gypsies, coming out of nowhere to sing praises. Oh, when they told me about it, it sounded like something really never to be forgotten. And there were even kitties there, too, in the streets but of course, not a place for house kitties. I watched on TV.
The chariots in various towns in Spain during Semana Santa
It’s an interesting time, this Easter week. Mama is making devilled eggs and artichokes and fava beans and friends are coming to celebrate, but none of us is very religious. It’s just that in our little town, there are many people who are, and they are our friends and I like watching their rituals of this celebration in spring.
Of course, it’s pretty important, too, that mama and papa met on Easter Sunday many years ago, and so for them, it is way beyond a religious celebration. It is life itself.
Or that’s what they tell me…
