Cowart's Common Room
Should you wish people a Happy Good Friday? - possibly not. Too many memories of boiled fish and kneeling for hours on end without so much as a hymn to relieve the tedium. The symbolism of Christianity has always been doom laden - torture and hell more powerful symbols than light, resurrection and Heaven. Or for me anyway, lost child that I still am. Not so much a sinner as an incompetent, the one a result of the other. So I am glad to throw off that belief which tormented me in my youth, even if I do still enjoy the rituals witnessed occasionally and of course I enjoy the buildings, the architecture of the great religious houses and beyond that the sacred music which more than anything has the ability to transport a soul to another happier and more restful place.
So if you can wish someone a Happy Good Friday I wish it to any secular souls who may be around and I pray (am I still allowed that?) for peace in the world and to be free of the current daily catalogue, of bombs and missiles and dead and dying. It is too much. We need to grow up. What unites humanity is more than what divides it. Even North Korea must want things that are better provided through the bounty of peace than the weapons of war. Bomb them with Easter eggs perhaps. Flower power.
Still the world feels more dangerous now than perhaps at any time since the deepest days of the Cold War and in danger of ending not with a whimper but with a bang.
This has turned into a sad old reflection hasn't it? Quite the equivalent of boiled fish and hours of kneeling. So today I shall be positive and plant some nasturtium seeds, maybe buy eight or ten geraniums and take J to IKEA to buy yet another BILLY bookcase. We may not yet live in IKEA, but IKEA lives with us.