The Ides of March blew an ill wind this year. The lingering nationwide wrestling match of whether to pause or tough it out will not end. The kelly green sticker says March Madness. Six months later, the debts are not settled? The office commute thinned out with each passing week. Kinda cool to have the select parking spot every day. I tried to work from home but the connection failed and failed again. So, the routine stayed as it has been. Kinda cool for an introvert to have quiet corridors.
The spring rains so abundant and cold abruptly left our lands in mid-May. Now, the soil is dormant. The few sunflower seeds that did germinate came from the compost pile. A rebirth from last year’s remains. Their heads are drooping heavily on the stalk. Goldfinches twitter delight of the saffron petals. Already, birds are flocking for migration. Maple seeds and acorns will be abundant this fall. So much has been lost before the harvest. The many rows of corn that could not grow anymore.
The oldest wisdom says; as above so below. I wonder how many silent losses will be discovered. The unwanted children, who cannot grow straight, trapped in homes with a daily reminder from their “loved ones”. The cremation facilities feed the flames with another corpse. A friend has smothered to death from the COVID. A sister died in January. She killed herself and lay alone. Nobody knew. Months of fear and quiet gave folks space to reflect on the illusion of integration. The marches have returned. The quest for acceptance moves forward on another generation.
Is this all some reckoning? Has the karma come around on unsettled debts? How can we clear our souls when ghosts of trampled spirits can no longer stay silent? How many have died from indifference? Gaia loves balance. Humans have long soiled the environment with their fragile needs. So puny, so dependent, so ugly. This sickness is not the plague, it foreshadows the nightmare to come. Consider it the prelude before the storm emerges. No swab, no mask, no mercy will save us now. We took too much. The Earth will have the last word. The dark moon in Leo does bring melancholy thoughts into the sun.
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