April 18, 2010
Well, it's been raining all weekend. The yard looks green and optimistic. Is April really the cruelest month? In some parts, I suppose. Here in Texas it's merely unpredictable. Growing up in Ohio April could have meant daffodils or snow drifts. It's the earth finding her balance having passed the vernal equinox a few weeks earlier, rocking in smaller and smaller strokes as she crosses center. Equilibrium is a liminal thing. We need it to survive, quite literally, but it is elusive and easily disturbed. From blood's pH to the balance between solitude and community, finding equilibrium takes mindful care.