Spring is the waking up of our spirits after a long dark winter of rest. It is the beginning of fresh sap rising up through the dormant roots of sleeping plants. It is the harbinger of winters long dark evenings of cold that bring intimacy of all life causing many births in the month of…

Discontent. I hope the spirit of the Bard excuses me for usurping the lines of Richard the III, late, whose ignominious burial was under a parking lot in London. (Talk about hated!) His words seem to sum up the general miasma of the beginning of this 2015 March with my colleagues who have had a…