strange spring

It continues to rain off and on all weekend. Not a hard winter rain, but a soft, almost warm, spring rain. It's officially the equinox, a time of balance. From now on, light returns. It is also the second anniversary of the official war our empire is waging in Iraq.

This weekend anytime I turn attention to major media new stories, what is front and center is the fight to keep a woman who is on a life support alive. Her husband goes along with the medical opinion that she is brain dead and wants to take her off life support - her parents are arguing it, backed up by the strange right to (some aspects of) lifers. What a weird nation. What a wierd time. All sorts of brouhaha about protecting the life of the brain dead woman while as I write this the majority of my tax dollars are going towards killing.

Spring equinox is a time to reflect on rebirth, which by it's nature involves something dying. This nation wants to hold on, to not let go, of this woman. Why? In the dream of my life, I notice that on this weekend of light and dark being held in balance, with the tip of the scale soon going to light, with the dark soon being released, this particular weekend and time my nation is obsessed with keeping alive someone who floats constantly in that dark place below consciousness. Our time in the sun will soon be over, in fact it is. Our democracy is no longer a beacon for the rest of the world. We float in our own world, unconscious to others, costing the world an incredible price to keep us alive, to support us in our coma of consumption. A brain dead nation on costly life support.

Outside it rains, it drizzles, it sprinkles. A cleansing rain. I breathe in the freshness of the air, and savor it. What a strange time. What a beautiful planet.