Climb on board, Shipmates! The wait is done, the times are ripe and we can use a little joy!

We were engaged in folding things up just as nature was opening them wide! You can see the buds full and ready to pop at the invitation of the Cross that stands tall on the west side of the Big Pink parking lot.

There are other symbols worthy of worship in all the skies the group has observed across the Atlantic and Pacific and where the Indian Ocean collides in merry joy on the shores of east Africa, bright white sand against the dark rustling water and still jungle growth ashore.

They mentioned that the Vernal Equinox was upon us, and the subtle Red-Orange-Yellow-Green-Blue-Indigo-Violet had not an iota of partisan sentiment, just a still testament to a motionless world spinning and hurtling at some 17,000 miles an hour under a canopy we share with delight.

The day had started with confused activity once we realized Spring had Sprung. The usual slow grinding of the day creaked on in the Hospital bed, first finding the pistol grip with the magic buttons that enable the strange, creaking motions. Up! and Down! and sometimes east and west, depending on the last orientation by Woodbine’s motivated Rehabilitation staff.

It happened to be generally northwest, but had featured nearly full hour in full sunshine with an accidental stop in the wheelchair outside. The bright warm light radiated warmth from face to heart and open the heart to celebration. It gave some context to drafting the epitaphs that were required today under the beckoning of Roy G. Biv’s definitive colors

We have always like the sound of the word “vernal.” I has always evoked something rich, tinged in a bubbling green that can last five weeks in these latitudes on the eastern shores of massive continents ready to burst in life.

In our hot hurtling orbit, we stand directly opposed to the position that begins the season of relaxation that speeds into cold opposition to the celestial rythm of growth and life and joy.

We take A certain solace in those times, thinking of these. Awe are only starting the miracle today. Climb on board! On this segment of fate, there is plenty of room in the Equinox!

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