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Gregory Ormson

Writer, musician, yoga-loving motorcyclist.

EASTER 2017, Apache Junction, AZ.

I had a house in Marquette, Michigan. Beautiful trees populated the five acre plot, and in time I named some of them. I found shade and solace near Ulysses, Chief, and Christmas. But my favorite was Easter.

Easter was a large maple, exploding with red leaves each fall. In Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, that meant late August and September. Easter grew next to my driveway. I remember pounding a shovel through rocky ground when I buried my first dog next to Easter. Each time I passed Easter, I noticed a small mound of dirt that covered Buster’s grave.

In winter, like me, Easter was cold. Every February I thought the trees would die. On bitterly cold days and nights, Easter and the other hardwoods popped and cracked with sounds like gunshots.

In spring, with snow on the ground, I noticed tiny buds at the end of long branches.

Easter lived.

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About Greg Ormson

Author Yoga Song. Writing on yoga, motorcycling, music, the Midwest, and more. Beyond that, just a human being working lyric narrative, playing music, traveling, learning, and breathing with intention. Like everyone, I'm a bit of stardust, a touch of shadow and light; and a drop of golden wrapped in billion year old carbon. Pretty simple, really.

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