On Pig Love and Equinox Based Panicking
This is an odd time of year. It’s odd every single year, yet every. single. year I am surprised by it. I can feel the spring moving beneath my feet, feel her stirring and shifting the heavens and the earth, yet we are ice bound, cold and wintery for yet another month. As I begin to look at the calendar I feel the panic, I start to feel for certain that there is no way, no way there is enough…