As I write this, it’s March 16, one day after the Ides of March. This time of year has long been celebrated by religious observances honoring the delicate tension between Life and Death. Poised at the end of Winter, March 15 still lies in the margins of Death. Yet, just a few days from now, Spring will arrive with its promise of rebirth and new Life.
Perhaps an intuitive awareness of the thin boundary between Life and Death is why this pair of opposites is on my mind today. It started this morning when I took Izzie, my granddog, for a walk and was dazzled by Nature’s celebration of extravagant new colors and scents. Then, when I returned to my computer and saw notification of someone’s retweet of a quote I posted on twitter last Thursday, I was reminded of Death.
“There are times in life…
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