It is chilly this morning, sitting on the deck of the Cape House. The sun is out, but has not crept around to the porch. The wind has died down a little bit, but it is still a March wind. The leaves rustle, and a collection of birds sing. A week or so ago, I wrote about the song "In My Own Little Corner" in the musical Cinderella by Rodgers and Hammerstein. Like in the music, the theme comes back around, not like an earworm, but a gentle reminder.

My memories of the television production of this musical are that the first time this theme is introduced, Cinderella is sitting in her own little corner, finding a moments respite from the constant demands placed on her. There is something special about flights of fancy, but they can be hollow.

Last night people gathered around various media devices. The kids were watching the Kids Choice Awards on a laptop in one room and the adults were watching Diving with the Stars in another room. I sat with them briefly to be social, but much of what is broadcast these days seems more like bread and circuses, than even flights of fancy.

I returned to my little corner and thought of the redux of "In My Own Little Corner". Instead of being the diversionary flight of fancy from when the theme is first introduced, the second time Cinderella sings it is mournful. Her flight of fancy of going to the ball has crashed. She is home, alone.

This occurs right before the Fairy Godmother appears. We all know the story and what is about to happen next, but for the character of Cinderella, at that moment, all that is known is disappointment.

It feels a bit like Holy Week. Today is Palm Sunday, The Sunday of The Passion. We start off the service celebrating the triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem. Yet as we remember the week, the crowds turn against Jesus, shouting, "Crucify him!". Judas betrays Jesus, and Peter denies him three times. We all know how the story goes, but like Cinderella, Peter and the disciples don't know what comes next and it must be agonizing.

I am caught up in dramas and turmoils of my own right now. It is of a much smaller scale than the trip to Golgotha. I don't know what will happen later this week, and it is frightening. Will the Fairy Godmother appear and make things better? Will there be a crucifixion or resurrection? What about many of my friends that are suffering through all of this together with me?

Next week is Easter. Already flowers are popping up amidst the snow on the Cape. There may be another storm or two yet to pass, but it will be getting better.