"Sapere Aude!"

The great majority of the causes of disease are environmental, meaning foreign substances or living entities that we are exposed to or ingest. The "allergies" and even the mutations some are afflicted with which we call birth "defects" should not be thought of as strictly inheritances of genetic flaws necessarily but rather potentially that the burden of proof that our bodies are perfect until contaminated remains hidden from our otherwise observant eye by powerful groups, those  of industry and agencies that benefit from misrepresenting the causes of our illnesses.

Just as most of us have lost the ability to navigate the surface of our earth by referring to the stars, we have also shrunken our view to the immediate moment and cast the precautionary principle to the wind. I stand firmly in this belief that too many of us have lost this tenacity of observance. "Sapere Aude!"

It is a time of archetypal revelation and rebirth

My father's birthday was September 11th... mine is the same as the day Martin Luther King was murdered... this is why I choose to celebrate differently. 

       For example, Easter means more to me than my birthday, though I don't do the shallow egg and chocolate thing.  And as far as my father's dates, well, he passed away on the 28th of March so that pretty much encapsulates the period wherein my birthday resides. I sit between my father and THE father if you wish to see it that way. Or in another sense It is a true Aristotelian period of coming to be and passing away, of regeneration, of stoking the continuum of life, of remembering to look forward to each day and not get bogged down by the weight of loss. 

       So, Spring, or rather the equinox strangely enough is significant too—being approximately March 21 and September 23. My consciousness then is further synchronized with the natural course of things of this earth. I am fairly squashed now by the demands of this planet's rotation and my failure to synchronize my daily routine with circadian demands of the sun and the chides of the moon. It is a cosmic time... and finally it is a dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Ironically, and  sadly too, I grow aware that while I've lost my father at a symbolic end, the setting of a patriarchal era, my mother conversely grows nearer the end of her life as the age of matriarchs rises.  It is an archetypal time of revelation then, that we can find spiritual meaning in life and death, the tertiary and distal cosmos. We are somewhere between hope and dread perhaps but always secure in knowing the time of day when the sun is visibly passing above us and steady when our feet are striding below.