i was having a phone conversation with a catholic relative today and she was on her way out the door to church and i realized it was good friday. it's strange that i am so much on the sidelines of the christian holidays these days. when i was growing up i was a very devotional kid, and i think i needed the constancy and ceremony of the liturgical year. the church seasons with their accompanying artistry and ceremony. there was a richness and wealth to it. there were days for celebrating inspiration (pentecost) and days for contemplating loss and sacrifice (good friday) i thought of easter as a time when those precious, hidden, lost areas of one's soul could have a chance at resurrection. i still remember my awe in having my first communion at eight years old, understanding that we were receiving jesus on the anniversary of the time he first offered himself as spiritual nourishment for his friends and for the world. these things kept me going as a young child in a household with domestic violence and abuse. i still feel nature's liturgy as a lacksidaisical pagan. after all, i believe the christian year was built upon the more ancient earth year. my admiration for the love and storytelling of jesus has never fallen away, though i have ambivelence about christianity. anyway, just some thoughts i am curious about how life seemed for those who didn't grow up within a liturgical tradition? or others who did and no longer celebrate the seasons within an established church.. or any other thoughts people have..