It still is.
Something happened to me during Lent - I don't know how to explain it. Wish I could - but I can't. It is kind of eerie however... I feel as if I lost all my supports... spiritual supports that is... think crutches. I feel as if I'm in a sort of mist-laden, foggy, dark forest, and I lost my copy of the Philokalia... but I'm not worried. Although I sense I am still this solitary bird - tethered by a nearly invisible bird line, and therefore I'm not entirely free.
Anyway. Friends have asked me about my Easter, I suppose because I didn't post anything about it. I noticed everyone else posted lovely He is Risen posts, but I didn't simply because I was offline, and enjoying it, and because I knew all my readers already knew He is risen, and I didn't have anything to add to that. In fact, I knew He is risen on Holy Thursday while I painted my way through the time for Mass. I knew He is risen as I sat deeply moved during the Good Friday liturgy at the Cathedral. Throughout Lent, even during Advent, all year in fact - I knew He is risen.
That is what being a Christian is all about actually - the Christian actually knows Christ is God and that He is risen - as Catholics, we recognize Him in the breaking of the bread, the Eucharist - He is (always) risen..