“In March, winter is holding back and spring pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.” ~Jean Hersey
As we approach one year of lockdown in many states, I am reminiscing on the last 12 months. This quote by Jean Hersey pretty much sums things up.
Typically when March rolls around, the children are planning their leprechaun traps, green outfits, and class parties as we try to get ourselves to the St. Paddy’s Day Parade in NYC.
The iconic four leaf clover pops up everywhere and the feeling that spring is around the corner is omnipresent. It is a symbol of faith, love, hope, and luck-virtues most can identify with, regardless of descent.
In the past 12 months, the word march has taken on a whole new meaning while testing our collective resolve.
Marching to tears, marching for fears.
Peaceful marching, violent casuistic marching.
Marching toward the border, no clear plan.
Deluge in a paper cup.
Pyrrhic victories, perceived wins.
Transgress dressed up as progress.
Is there a sanity parade? If so, please sign me up. I’ll march.
*This stunning four leaf clover vintage necklace is available for purchase at Moxie Tales. It is a 1960’s brooch from a Maryland estate and a 1970’s necklace from a Pennsylvania estate. This piece is from my jewelry line, Made in the Deep South.
