My favorite season has always been Spring. My birthday is in the Spring and also I so love the plants and trees with their green starting, and popping through the ground reaching towards the sky.

I always have felt a sense of rebirth, refresh and a sort of ‘restart.’ Anything is possible. As a little boy there were always dreams of birthday baseball, but more times than not growing up in Michigan, they turned to snowball fights and forts. Still a sense of renewal even in hats, mittens and boots.

On song, from my favorite band, always spoke to me as part of my Spring rituals.

Enjoy it… and happy Easter… happy Spring… anything is possible.

Easter, by Marillion

A ghost of a mist was on the field

The grey and the green together

The noise of a distant farm machine

Out of the first light came

A tattered necklace of hedge and trees

On the southern side of the hill

Betrays where the border runs between

Where Mary Dunoon’s boy fell

Easter here again, a time for the blind to see

Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

Out of the port of Liverpool

Bound for the North of Ireland

The wash of the spray and horsetail waves

The roll of the sea below

And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see

Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

What will you do?

Make a stone of your heart?

Will you set things right?

When you tear them apart?

Will you sleep at night?

With the plough and the stars alight?

What will you do?

With the wire and the gun?

That’ll set things right

When it’s said and done?

Will you sleep at night?

Is there so much love to hide?

Forgive, Forget

Sing “Never again.”