Something Sacred in Everything
- Nikki Carol

- Apr 17
- 2 min read
This Easter feels different.
Every morning as I have watched the sunrise paint the sky in soft pastels, I have felt something stir in me—not tied to a specific church pew or a single page of scripture, but something deeper. Something quieter. Something ancient.
Easter, at its core, is a celebration of resurrection and renewal. For many, it's the cornerstone of Christian belief. For others, it's tied to older, earth-centered traditions—the turning of the seasons, the fertility of spring, the awakening of life. I've come to see beauty in all of it.
Growing up, I was taught about religion in the traditional sense. The stories, the rituals, the rules. But as I got older, I started questioning what spirituality really meant to me. I didn't lose faith—I expanded it. I began to feel that truth lives in more than one book, that the divine can be found in ocean waves, in quiet forests, in a child’s laughter, in a stranger’s kindness. I see something sacred in everything now.
Easter’s timing isn’t accidental—it lines up with older, pagan celebrations of rebirth and fertility: Ostara, the Spring Equinox. The eggs, the bunnies, the flowers bursting from the cold earth—all symbols of life returning. And whether you're in a pew or a pasture, I think we’re all honoring the same thing: the idea that we can begin again. That life continues. That there is more.
My spirituality is not rooted in one faith. It’s a mosaic. A mix of moments and feelings, signs and symbols, stories from different places that somehow all speak to the same truth: that we are not alone. That there is something bigger than us. And that it lives in us, too.
So this Easter, I won't dress up for church or hunt for eggs. I will sit with the sky. I will give thanks for the people I love. I think about how far I’ve come and how much I’ve grown. And I feel that I am held by something I can’t quite name—but I know it’s real.
Because sometimes, faith isn’t about certainty. It’s about wonder. And that, to me, is holy.








You know the hare is my spirit animal. Love!