On Holy Saturday I am baking a carrot cake. It will be filled with raisins and coconut shreds and walnuts, if I can find them.

It will be an anticipation project as I wait hopefully for my Savior to rise.

I have been thinking about food as of late because Notre Dame burned during this most Holy time and our world is also on fire. Our life sources, both emotional and physical, are asking for our attention.

I have been thinking how often we forget to notice the magnitude of our mother the Earth, when she takes quiet space around all we choose to build.

Or bake.

How ordinary and commonplace spring breezes and wild flowers and carrots seem to be next to ashes 800 years old.

Yet, in this Holy week I know the flames mean something — a rebirth. A resurrection. ...

— Ariana Hones

N8703 County Road E

To read the entire letter, see the April 18, 2019 edition of The Ripon Commonwealth Press.

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