Retreat

The snow melted back over the weekend and beneath the layer of frozen snow the daffodils have been growing. They are bigger than they were before the snow. They embrace the principle of persistence and hope, the true reflection of nature. The early morning drive along 117, sun rising higher every day, the sweet two note chime of the chickadee's spring song, wildlife stirring, each threat of snow made by the local weatherman is merely cause for chuckle. The ominous weight of winter has truly passed now. Days are longer than nights and will be for six more months. Joy fills the recesses of my heart and the landscape all at once. We are light loving creatures. We know its strength. Even those of us embracing night, only do so in firm rejection of our truer condition, aware of the delicious abnormality of sunless life, thrill-seekers. I welcome spring.

They say that sometimes a negative thought must be expressed to clear the idea out of the air itslef. I look at George Bush and everything he stands for and hope against hope that this is such an expression. Get these thoughts out of the air, clear the way for true enlightenment. Old, worn, tired ideas about dogma and the evil that men do, doctrines imagined by callous men trying to protect an institution, afraid of the true potential of true men. Perhaps we must be forced to regress in this way if only to see how much better we really know than that. One cannot escape the weight of their own deeds. And so it is with George.