When I write my Pysanky, each line is a thought, a hope, a wish, an acknowledgment, a good intention, a focused thought, a call to ancestors, a prayer for peace, a condolence to lost kin I will never know, a dream of prosperity, a sense of pride for my heritage and a line of defiance towards those aggressors who claim my heritage is theirs and doesn’t exist on its own.
My Pysanky are a visual diary of my thoughts through a war and a desire for peace and sovereignty for a homeland that has always known these conflicts. I will continue to write my Pysanky daily, long after Easter and at least until the peace and rebirth that comes with a renewal of Spring returns to Ukraine – for Spring is not simply a season, it is a renewal of all that was lost, growing again but with stronger roots. Slava Ukraini!
