The season of: MARCH

March is the price I pay for a life of luxury the rest of the year.

But, here is some of it, to remember the gift of it:

ReBirth of a Nation

Film and Public Q&A with DJ Spooky

 [The event was the bane of my existence for many months,

but the man was lovely, and the night was powerful.]

Salon Conversations: Post Ferguson Race Matters

 [What is the role of art in social justice movements?]

Early mornings into the office...so much to do! 

 But, such a pretty view.

The CitySpace Series:

StoryWalks: Walking as Place Making Methodology 

in San Jose Japantown, California

[Kimberly Powell]

The Fire This Time: 

Citizenship, Civil Rights and New Racisms in the 21st Century

 [When you have 15 minutes to kill after buying 

a box of forks and a case of water at the grocery story 

but before picking up your grad assistant so that you can go to 

India Pavilion and pick up the food for the event later that evening...

you go to Sweet Frog in order to process all you heard that day.]

[Also, you know that things have come to a pretty pass when you are seeking comfort in 15 minutes at Sweet Frog at 5:15 on a Friday...] 

The Second Salon on Neurohumanities 

[Held very last minute at the very charming Centre Furnace Mansion,

due to the original host's losing battle with a stomach virus...]

And then, Easter.

For which I spent the late afternoon the day before,

dying eggs with a dear friend and her family.

Then I hopped over to another dear friend and her family,

who very prettily painted my nails to sparkle for Jesus

as I played the piano during church at the early service this morning.

Another dear friend joined me with her husband for the late service and we wiped our tears and held each other's hearts 

at the power of God to do what He does.

Then, I came home, 

for Restoration Quiet

and the working of His Work.

There may even have been a good old fashioned Easter nap, 

following a rather non-traditional Easter Quesadilla.

I'm a little weary in all of my ways in these crazy Working days,

but listen--I'm alive, because He lives.

So let my song join the one that never ends.

Amen, and Hallelujah.

Hallelujah; Amen.