Changing tunes like the Easter moon
The Easter moon is slowly being swallowed by the night. It’s light barely guides us through the forest. Even in broad daylight most of the world gropes its way through the dark matter of space, much of which can be found in vast quantities between our ears. I mean that in a good way ” for the most part.
I heard a frenzy of coyotes last Saturday night. I think they got the Easter bunny. But that’s OK, he’ll be back, or is it a she? Myths are enduring, especially ones about rabbits.
It is becoming increasingly more difficult to tell fact from fiction in the news. Politics, and the news, is a circus. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Leadership, character and integrity seem to be hidden away in the dusty archives of history, and they drift on imaginary words in the flimsy pages of fairy tale books. The goblins and evil trolls seem to have escaped from the stories and come alive. Now they are mayors of cities and fiery-eyed preachers in churches, screaming out whatever crazy words come to mind.
The economy favors the few, the powerful. If you prefer to sit back and watch this whacky game of the blind leading the blind while sipping tea you can get a tea bag at your favorite, top notch premiere ski resort for a little under four dollars. Sip it with finesse and hang on to your change. Watch the skiers reel and sway, flip and flop, riding on the edge between pleasure and pain, exchanging one kind of pressure for another as the snow slowly melts beneath their feet. Good skiers know what I mean.
Slowly they descend the slopes, disappearing in to the flatlands to wax sailboats, swing golf clubs and baseball bats, juggle budgets and conjure up a way to make it to the next paycheck, maybe buy a graduation present, get creative with tax returns or find someone to live with in the wake of a sour mortgage deal.
There is still so much to sing about, so much to be thankful for, so much to do and so much to enjoy. Good people can still be found doing selfless, good things for others. That’s the great thing about separation of church and state. You can be as selfish or as generous as you want, especially in a capitalist society. Even if your shoes are so worn out you can stand on your job termination notice and tell what it says, it is still time for a new beginning. Spring has sprung. The golden poppies are blooming.
The Resurrection of the Christ God from the jaws of death will not be celebrated this early in the year by Christians for another 220 years, in the year 2228. March 23, 2008 is the earliest Easter any of us will ever see for the rest of our lives. If you are 95 years or older you are one of the few still alive today who has ever seen it this early. That was in 1913.
In the year 2285, a mere 277 years from now, Easter will be one day earlier than it was this year. The last time it was that early, March 22, was in the year 1818. No one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than we did this year. How’s that for some trivia to add to all the dark matter between your ears?
The dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that the Hebrew people used to identify their Passover feast, which is why Easter hops around so much all over the place on our Roman calendar.
We continue to hop around on the planet with the same irregularity, together or at odds with one another, no matter how regular or odd we are, following our noses, chasing after whatever suits our fancy whether it suits our fancy or not, no matter how fancy, simple or plain we are, no matter how crooked our nose.
Some of us even change our appearance almost as much as the moon. Today, I think I’ll just be me, and hope I run in to all the people I love just for being real, and themselves.