Easter is what Christianity is all about (Christmas is merely anticipation.) One day out of 365, when even the rabid Fundies put on their new hats and acknowledge Christ's true purpose. Salvation. Forgiveness. And the one day I absolutely refuse to go to Church. I might skip Easter service even if I found a church that shares my priorities. I know we're expected to celebrate out loud, but this, the essence of my relationship with God, is just too private for me to share with other humans. This is a day to walk in the woods and revel in that other rebirth, Spring. Spring reminds us nothing ever disappears, it just changes form, and purposes are served, destinies revealed.
It's all perfectly natural, yet sometimes it seem miraculous. I have several houseplants that I nurse through the winter, and I can't wait 'til it gets warm enough to put them on the porch, so I can watch them grow strong again. It always amazes me to see them grow. The soil has microscopic nutrients, and I give them water and daylight. That's all. Yet all the right molecules group together in just the right way, and from dirt and water come stems and leaves and flowers! That pothos I've had since college, is a metaphor.
Hope. Resurrection. Fulfillment of promise. Reminders of a world where Time and Place don't matter, if they exist at all.