Sometimes in APRIL we might need a minute.
As ever, it is a significant time. Mercury is evidently in retrograde which, thankfully, puts some kind of scape goating affectation to the way I've been feeling lately. And, I don't know if y'all saw it, but the moon ate the sun.
Which feels pretty extreme.
The world around us is teeming with life. Some days grow cold when others are ripe and humid with the burdening stink of new life, burgeoning you forward into something more you can't quite place.
Spring is a time of platitudes and uncertain certainty. We know that it will all grow, but for how long? Where will the flowers bloom? How high will they reach? How long will the sweet scent of mountain laurel ride on the wind? How high will the lupine grow from the ground? How long til the summer burns it all where it stands?
in a month it will be dryer, dying, and thirty degrees hotter nearly every day for what feels like the rest of the year.
Things grow. Things die. Things grow again. We turn. We bow. We shake hands.
If it matters, it doesn't. If it doesn't, twice the same.
I had something else picked for this month, but then I knocked over a pile of books and picked this instead!
CHRONICLE OF A DEATH FORETOLD by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. MONDAY, APRIL, 29.
