Easter is the strangest holiday. No one can agree on it’s origins. What once seems to have been a celebration of a fertility goddess has become a day of worship for god’s one and only son. Not surprising as we live in a society that favors men over women and desires immortality to no end but, Jesus. speaking of, I was thinking about him earlier. I wondered what he did in his cave as I was spring cleaning mine. Thinking about him in the dark like that inspired me to go the extra mile and wash the windows. I thought about all the people who really want him to return and imagined all the places he might be, as he endlessly declines their calls. Holy ghosted…

I watered the garden and thought about fertility as the bees hummed in my ears and swarmed the pear I was snacking on. Realizing that if it weren’t for Christianity (and yeah, the Coronavirus) we would probably all be “celebrating our fertility” right now like a bunch of filthy, sinful, pagan rabbits. Sounds fun. I’m not going to shit-talk Christians, social distancing or even rabbits here. But c’mon, the ancient spring rituals have more appeal than the modern versions.. Close your eyes and imagine being naked in a field, communing to ensure a future generation and look, someone brought honey cake! Now open them.. you’re in your Sunday best, hunting down Easter eggs and roasting a lamb on a spit, that you paid someone else to butcher. It all really slaps a PG rating on what was once, I imagine, a pretty primal event that must have made someone incredibly uncomfortable. I think it was Camus who said “Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.” I tend to agree with him. I hope you all got a moment today to let your inner filthy, sinful, pagan rabbit have some time in the sun.

Day 92: Kimchi quinoa cakes with & a fried egg with a little mocktail of carrot juice, kombucha and Honeysuckle flower essence. The kimchi is from Eden East. That shit lit me up! It is very good and pretty spicy, for me anyway.