The definition of “rapture” depends on your beliefs. As a humble Christian, you may believe you will meet Jesus in the sky during his second coming. If Blondie is more your speed, men from Mars will eat your head, then will settle for eating only guitars once they are weary of the human race.
Regardless, the root of the word means ‘to be caught up” or “taken away”. Whether taken literally or figuratively, it signifies a transport of body or emotions to Heaven or to a godly place on Earth.
Every spring, our two apple trees are in full bloom for less than a week. Funny that this year, the most intense blossoms burst open on Rapture weekend. I take this small window of opportunity to stand beneath the trees, nostrils flaring, inhaling every trace of scent I can suck into my little nose. The soft petals silently snow down on my hair, on my garden, on my dog and on my world. And for a quiet sliver of a moment, I am taken away. Transported to the place where my Heaven and Earth join forces, reminding me to breathe and be grateful for this smell and for my garden, for my dog and for my world.