It is warmer today. The snow is melting. Spring is coming. Looking at the winter afternoon sun…I think of home. The soft shadows over the white snow with many hues of color in the pristine sky. What a planet.

Quiet thoughts for quiet people. Some do not yearn for the crowds the hustle and bustle of the arena. Debate is not our style. Listening and thinking before talking is natural. Somewhat like the methodical days of winter. Ice forms then snow. Limbs break then the clean-up. What seemed overwhelming turned into reflection and renewal.

Manic Actors fill the stage. With just enough praise they have become the vision of the words of praise they hear. Power is a powerful aphrodisiac. We love the sound of our own name and our voice. Soon we believe our own hype.

Squirrels look out of their dens. The earth looks as good as it should. Soon the grass will grow. Mr. Toad and Badger…Mole and
Ratty is sitting by the fire as Mr. Toad tells them about his adventures in Motor Cars. Ratty is dreaming about ‘mucking about in boats.’ Badger listens with the wisdom that only he has. He hands Mole his much-needed glasses to see the dancing flames of the fire.

‘It is a facsimile of our world,’ Badger said. ‘There is the pursuit of happiness but no happiness,’ Badger continued. ‘Humans seek the approval of miscreants,’ Badger said with his bass voice. ‘They buy boats and never use them…a terrible waste,’ Badger concluded.

‘Nothing suits my soul more than a good book and a warm fire,’ Mole observed. ‘The rhythm of the woods is my pleasure,’ Mole continued. ‘I have few worries and keep my accounts on a tea napkin,’ Mole laughed heartily until his glasses fell off his nose.

‘I need excitement in my Toad life,’ Mr. Toad proclaimed. ‘There is a rush from driving a motor car,’ Mr. Toad danced about. ‘I have so many thoughts…they are like irons in the fireplace…I do not know which one to grab first,’ Mr. Toad said with a wink.

‘I am back from our boat…all is well with our winterizing of it,’ Ratty observed. ‘The lake is melting nicely…if we are going to ice skate we must do so soon, Ratty informed.

We seek the righteous among the profane. Shall God’s love be manifest through hate? Life is simple…without the ruse of conspiracy…