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The Rabbit and The Egg

The Rabbit and The Egg

Easter weekend for most means a four-day holiday, reconnecting with family you may, or may not, want to spend time with and the most important reason of all. Easter Eggs, yes, the excessively pricey chocolate covered marshmallows that Beacon provides. I, myself, will most certainly be munching on candy coated white eggs, leaving my lips a shade of ghost and get lost in the ability of a simple act such as devouring hordes of chocolate and regress to a familiar childhood feeling. The essence of the holiday, not in regards to its religious connotation, is the wonder of mystery. The hunt for the golden egg and the myth of a bunny rabbit who flourishes eggs with plethoras of colors and patterns. This oddity is a paradigm that I find comfort in, I look at some of SHF’s scatters and think just how much we are influenced by cultural traditions.

The freshly toasted Woolies hot cross buns and a serving of homemade chicken pie are a memory that is etched deeply within me and it’s something I intend to pass down to my children as they grow and experience a truly significant time of the year. Not merely for the food, or even the absurd gifts, or even the little bunny rabbit we want until they grow old, but for all intents and purposes, the one thing that should matter. The feeling. The warmth of family gathered around a table, a game of 30 seconds in the living room with cousins and the sound of the young at heart jumping feverishly on their beds.

Easter is more than a marketing ploy, or the Russell Brand voiced movie Hop, and that should say a lot, considering it’s coming from someone immersed in the marketing world. Sales are restricted to serotonin inducing edibles and lazy afternoons on plush sofas. It’s a time for our traffic department to work and for the already hard working to break free. It’s a time to frolic and to drum our fingers together in the fashion of Montgomery Burns and whisper, “Excellent”, as we watch the show of life play out before us.

SHF, and your workplace is most probably like that, a reflection of our own time in a formal environment, with relationships with colleagues who become family, as we all watch life, laugh and eating our fill together. Frankly, that’s the base of it. Togetherness. And a little bunny rabbit, hopping about, painting pretty patterns on eggs.
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