Posts Tagged ‘Easter Sunday’

Happy Easter

April 5, 2015

Twice yesterday, Saturday afternoon, I was greeted ‘Happy Easter’.

Once by an English friend, then later by a Nepalese (Buddhist) friend.

Is this a new trend, as never before have I been greeted ‘Happy Easter’?

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Birthday, but never Happy Easter.

Christmas is marked by an orgy of obscene consumerism. Easter has tended not to be marked, apart from shops closing on Sunday (they used to close Good Friday).

There has though of late been an attempt to bring back Easter, processions in the street with a large wooden cross being carried, Passion Plays.

What has Easter eggs and rabbits got to do with Easter, asked my Nepalese friend?

She, as with most non-Christians, finds Christianity a perplexing mystery. If we are honest, so do most Christians, as they lack any understanding of the origins of their religion.

Absolute nothing, I said, and I have no idea where it has come from.

Triangle, a Christian bookshop was offering Real Easter Eggs.

What are real Easter eggs?

Painted white eggs?

In Lithuania, the eggs are painted, then at Easter smashed.

Easter eggs in Milk and Honey

Easter eggs in Milk and Honey

In Brazil, a tradition of painted Easter eggs.

Easter bunny and egg in Cyprus

Easter bunny and egg in Cyprus

In Cyprus, 2m high rabbits and eggs in the street.

We have Western Christians and Orthodox Christians celebrating Easter at different times of the year. For Orthodox Christians, Easter is not this weekend but next weekend.

And Easter is never the same date, it moves with the cycle of the moon.  The reason being is that, like Christmas, it is an adaption of pre-Christian festivities. It is easier to persuade people to celebrate a festival with a new name, than to force them to celebrate a new festival.

Easter Sunday in Brighton

April 24, 2011
Brighton beach Easter Sunday April  2011

Brighton beach Easter Sunday April 2011

A lovely sunny day in Brighton.

We seem to have skipped Spring and gone straight to Summer.

Tuesday last week it was 26 degrees in London. Friday it hit 27 degrees, well ok, 26.9 if you wish to be accurate. Saturday it was 28 degrees at Wisley Gardens just outside Guildford, the hottest April Day since 1948!

Two weekends ago it had been hot, I had thought of going to Brighton. The following day I think it was the Independent showed Brighton beach packed.

Sunday I decided I would go to Brighton. Yes, it would be hot, but there were no rail works.

I arrived at Brighton Station a little after midday, to find as I walked out of the station I had walked straight into a police kettle and they were not going to let me go. [see Kettled in Brighton]

It was then announced we were being escorted to Victoria Gardens. I was already being unlawfully detained, now it seemed I was to be kidnapped.

Kettles have been ruled illegal, to only be used in exceptional circumstances, but it seems that has not yet filtered through to the Boys in Blue in Brighton. Luckily I was able to slip through a gap in the police lines.

I called in on Grocer and Grain, then continued on down to the seafront but not without first encountering an EDL demo, a bunch of chanting morons. Luckily this time I was not kettled.

The seafront was packed. I walked along to the derelict West Pier, then back to Brighton Pier, but it was too packed to walk along the pier.

I noticed on the seafront there was to be a performance of a Passion Play starting at 4pm. I was not sure if I would be back in time as by now I was very hungry and was heading to North Laine for something to eat.

After eating and wandering around North Laine, though by now almost everywhere was closed, I found the Brighton Farm Market was open, not usually open on a Sunday, but by now all the stalls were finished. I was told it was now a regular feature that it was open on Sundays which I thought was excellent news.

One thing I like about Brighton are the murals.

I was very pleased to see that Resident in North Laine had been declared the Best Record Store in the Country, as it and Ben’s Records in Guildford are two of the best record shops in the country.

And please everyone, do not forget to vote for Grocer and Grain and Iydea (where I had late lunch) in the Brighton Food Awards.

I got down to the seafront hoping to catch the last half hour of the Passion Play. It was 6-30pm and the beach and seafront were still very busy. Sadly I found the Passion Play had finished early and I did not see any of it. Overhearing snatches of conversation it was apparently very good.

Before the Passion Play was performed, critics had attacked it as ‘tasteless and bloodthirsty’, not suitable for the seafront or to be shown before children. Leaving to one side they had not seen it, they seem to have lost the point of Easter. Maybe they thought it was about bunny rabbits and chocolate Easter eggs.

Brighton seafront crucifixion play comes under fire
1,000 people watch Brighton’s first Passion Play
The Passion Of Christ, Seafront, Brighton, April 24

Once the sun had gone down I expected it to turn cold, but to my surpise it didn’t, it was very warm and balmy as though a hot summer’s evening. Last time it was like this was mid-summer. Looking out to sea I saw something I had never seen before. The sea was calm and the surface as flat as a mill pond. All day it had been misty and it was still very misty.

Synchronicity: On the train home there were two females talking, one was talking about encountering angels. I did what I would not normally do, I went over and spoke to the one talking about angels and said you may be interested in this book and wrote for her The Valkyries by Paulo Coelho. I did not say any more to her as the train was pulling into her station, they thanked me and got off. When I got home and checked twitter, I found I had a message from Paulo Coelho referring to The Valkyries. The time at which it was posted was when I spoke to the girl on the train! [see President Obama quotes “The Valkyries” by Paulo Coelho]