Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
“Heal the Divide” is one of two significant slogans of the newly announced Robert F. Kennedy Jr. presidential campaign. The other is . . .

As Celia Farber noted, both slogans speak volumes, and I sense a sigh of relief infusing my soul.
Here’s what Celia calls his “incredible speech,” in full. (Haven’t had time to watch it yet.)
My tulips have no idea that our human world is so divided. They stand up, close together, straight and tall, brilliantly colored, reaching for the sun.

So Grateful!
. . . oops! That was yesterday. Today they are bending in the breeze.
Change is, ahem, “in the air.”

Here’s Joseph, working magic in his increasingly wondrous front yard forest garden.

We’re risking the vagaries of mother nature by starting to plant before Mother’s Day, but will cover them if it dips down to freezing again.

Like we did a few days ago. Note, BTW, that the platform for the yurt finally is getting done, a full year past when we expected it . . .

I was speaking yesterday with Carissa, who lives across the street, about another chip drop that we hope to get soon. Marita put in a request for one months ago. I started to do it yesterday, but then realized they’d dump it on my lawn, where it wouldn’t fit; that it needs to go on the DeKist House lawn, which Marita has already asked for. That lawn is across the street from Carissa’s, and the last time Chip Drop tried to dump a load on her lawn they got stuck and had to get hauled out.
“Tell you what,” Carissa said. “Let’s wait until the campaign is over (I have a bunch of signs out for locals I want elected), and then put up a big sign: “Drop mulch here, FOR FOUR HOUSES.” Great idea!

Paul Cudenec wrote a wonderful post that speaks to the heart of who we are. Despite the massive changes due to come upon us, we are alive, we are loving to work together, cooperating with our dear planet Earth in springtime to bring all that seems so divided into unity.
It starts:

Here’s a faint rainbow that appeared over Bloomington last week, when it suddenly started raining while the sun was shining. JP Sunseeker took this photo, and posted it on Next Door.
That rainbow appeared over ALL of us, no matter who we think we are.

Come again? ?
"An explosive court filing from the Guantanamo Military Commission – a court considering the cases of defendants accused of carrying out the "9/11" terrorist attacks on New York – has seemingly confirmed the unthinkable.
…Two of the hijackers were being… pic.twitter.com/1OixA4no2r
— AwakenedOutlaw?? (@AwakenedOutlaw) April 17, 2023
But really . . . IS IT TRUE? Here’s a globalresearch.org post on the revelation.
On the other hand, were there really any planes? Or was that aspect of the 911 op just cgi.
Yep. Question everything. And assume the worst. Unfortunately.

So . . . I just came across this tweet. Wise Words. Why don’t I obey them?

My next post will not only ignore the accelerating purgation of the rot that has infected our society; I will aim to show the multifarious currents of the Good, of Life, of Love, that keep springing up and flowing everywhere, utilizing the dead rot as mulch.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Yep! Totally agreed.