Mr Easter Bunny

Raining like what the Irish jokes I read online yesterday call "the bejaysus" and, though hoping nothing leaks in, we have towels in the front windows just in case. These

telltale reminders of Category 5 Hurricane Michael are holding on for years. There are in fact still blue roofs around town and the county. In this morning's column, Sean of the South visits Selma, Alabama and talks about what he sees and senses there after the tornado swept through. Conditioned, I feel sure, by his father's suicide, Sean does lean into sad stories, and what he sees in Selma is indeed sad.

Selma may be a good place, as may many places, but with no particular reason to work at flushing it out, Selma, to me, is a symbol of Dr King's march and the murder of Jonathan Myrick Daniels.

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Google's front-page art likes to herald current events, and, I'm not positive, but this morning seems to get the jump on Spring by anticipating Easter with a subtly male Easter Bunny. Or, IDK, maybe not, maybe he's running through the Briar Patch. Everybody's got a Laughing Place to go ho ho: take a frown, turn it upside down, and you'll find yours, I know ho ho. My laughing place is gone and no reminder it was ever there, but no matter, life goes on filled with breath, love, and hope.

Actually, it's the Oriental year of the Rabbit, isn't it!

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Between services at HNEC this morning, we have breakfast that we staff provide, and our Annual Parish Meeting. For the breakfast, Linda always kindly prepares a couple of casseroles of egg, cheese, bread and sausage. One is regular, but I'm looking forward to the slightly spicy one.

RSF&PTL