“The Spring Equinox now happens exclusively on March 20, but the Church officially and unvaryingly uses March 21.”
Who would’ve thought I’d be in solid agreement with the Catholic Church? I am pleased to see that someone still counts the day I was born as the first day of Spring. It used to vary between March 20th and 21st, but god help anyone who said Spring came on the 20th in my presence. I clung to the idea of my birthday bearing the distinction of being the first full day of Spring, no matter what.
The year of my birth also bodes well: 1946, the year WWII ended. It all made sense when, in my late 20’s, I had my chart done, and the astrologer told me my planetary lineup was “a perfect reflection” of the universe; whatever was going on with me was totally in sync with world events, as interpreted in the sky.
Well people, I’m here to say that what’s going on with me ain’t so grand, and we can all see what’s going on in the world. I woke up this morning thinking, “The end is coming. It really is the end.” The disasters and wars have speeded up, and I do believe apocalypse is on the way, if not already here. This is how it happens, according to every doomsday story I’ve ever read: more and more displaced people, more and greater struggle just to survive; the population dwindles, species disappear as new, more threatening species, materialize (killer bees, feral pigs) and finally time’s up for the human species.
So Happy Spring everyone. And, just as Jews on Yom Kippor say “May you have an easy fast” — May you have an easier time on the way out.
(For a dash of hope, read the related article, “Spring Equinox,” listed below, in which the blogger notes, “Isn’t it comforting to know that no matter what Man does on Earth some things just won’t ever change?”