April 1, a New Year’s Day in the old Julian calendar.
This April 1, a “Pink” full moon in Holy Week, and with the moon’s rising, Passover begins.
Luna and I saw mother fox again yesterday as she crossed a road with some dinner in her mouth. She paid us no mind at all.
The crocus are blooming wide open now, the scilla and daffodils just opening. My car’s windows are dusted light yellow with tree pollen. The forsythia may bloom in today’s warm and humid air.
I have potted tulips and daffodils on my dining room table intended as Easter gifts, but they could not wait until Sunday to bloom. Their recipients will get the gifts without any anticipatory time.
Today, under the moon, sun, and clouds, the earth will spin, orbit, and tip within a small solar system, within a immense-to-us galaxy, within one universe, within a probable (yet still only theorized) multiverse, maybe to the music of the spheres as they dance through space.
Amid all this miracle, is yet more: trees are growing, grain is ripening, seas are rising and falling, babies and kits are being born, and we human beings spend our days loving or fearing ourselves and one another in a choice between wholeness and separation, awe and illusion, peace and violence.
Of course, even when people choose to believe the worst about themselves and others it is only foolishness; it is a false choice. We are all one; there is only wholeness. There is only love; all the rest (the bombs, the guns, the lies, the bombast, the ballrooms) are dust waiting to become dust again. April Fools.
Courage my dears. Love one another.
