I read the rituals associated with the Chinese New Year and take extra care this morning. I go to my yard and bring in fresh greens and Camellia flowers. I honor my ancestors, and fill my fountain with fresh water. It is a time to cleanse and so I toss some things and put others away, bring spring into my home. Yesterday I bought two miniature rose bushes, and I am enjoying their tiny blossoms and buds. Wild mustard and radish are blooming on the hills.
I think of words this morning and how they seem to be so over-used. It would be lovely if each political campaign proclaimed a day of silence periodically, and showed beautiful images of flowers, mountains, jellyfish, and coasts.