I'm up and the moon is again a beacon in the sky. It shows how special the weather we are having is that I get to enjoy the moon so many days in a row. The blossoms continue to be amazing, and my tulips are up and out.
I am excitedly "exploring with curiosity what the moment asks of me," and this moment asks for a refreshing shower and brushing of teeth.
Yesterday I went through the car wash and the soap made the most amazing colors. I thought this is what it is to be a piece of art.
I felt like a special exhibit in a gallery in New York!
You can only find truth with logic if you have already found truth without it.
- G. K. Chesterton
Outside my window is a tree which I had thought of trimming, but today, it is quite the place, as different bird couples come and consider it for a nest. It is just right. They check all the branches and leaves, and I hardly breathe, hoping they'll choose to live right here with me, but then, they hear the clicking of the keys, and fly off. It is fun to watch their search for a place to lay their eggs.
It is a most glorious spring!!
One bird couple is back, again checking out the tree. I feel like a real estate agent saying, "Choose here. This place is great, perfect for you., bargain pricing, friendly neighbors and Location, Location, Location." I should bake bird seed cookies and set them on the ledge of the deck. I want them to choose this place as their home. Now, they are checking out a new part of the tree, which is a little higher and safer and still gives me a good view. I send welcoming thoughts. Of course how much will I get done with a nest right in front of me, and I will slow, and incubate, and birth with wings.
It is raining and still light, so the new leaves are exuberantly green with the gift. For many of them, it is their first rain, and they are drinking it in.
The New Yorker has an article on the demise of the newspaper.
You can check it out at: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/03/31/080331fa_fact_alterman
One thing it brings out is that newspapers have supported reporters who made the effort to be impartial. In the past, people in a city were all reading the same news that day. Now, they read online, and they can choose news that already fits their views.
I have thought that the internet was a positive in the distribution of news, exposing us to more viewpoints than we might have imagined, but the New Yorker story ends with this paragraph.
"Finally, we need to consider what will become of those people, both at home and abroad, who depend on such journalistic enterprises to keep them safe from various forms of torture, oppression and injustice. "People do awful things to each other," the veteran war photographer George Guthrie says in "Night and Day," Tom Stoppard's 1978 play about foreign correspondents. "But it's worse in places where everybody is kept in the dark." Ever since James Franklin's New England Courant started coming off the presses, the daily newspaper, more than any other medium, has provided the information that the nation needed if it was to be kept "out of the dark." Just how an Internet-based news culture can spread the kind of "light" that is necessary to prevent terrible things, without the armies of reporters and photographers that newspapers have traditionally employed, is a question that even the most ardent democrat in John Dewey's tradition may not wish to see answered."