First Day of Spring!

First day of spring, the last bit o' nip still in the air.  Ducks on the stream float past.  The crow caws.  Buds on the trees are peeking out.  It's green all around here in Redwood Valley, California.  The air is clear.  A white rabbit hops by, needing nothing, content, and going somewhere.  Sunny, with a light blue sky filled with fluffy clouds.  It's quiet here.

         Arrived last night from the other side of the continent, having been a part of the Peace Vigil in front of the White House for the 15th time.  And every time it becomes more difficult to really understand what exactly it is that we are protesting.  The object of our collective dissent is ever more difficult to define ongoing.  The current political landscape in Washington, D.C. is characterized by an irrationality that is vast.  The Peace Vigil, begun in 1981, continues decade after decade around the clock, as a witness to a national capital whose soul has left, and only the outer shell remains.  

          And so, the first day of spring is being celebrated in a sunny back yard, three thousand miles away from Capitol Hill, with music and tea and a big white rabbit.  And good it is!