It is a quiet Sunday morning in March.  I have just finished watching Season 4 of Supernatural, including the source notes on the Netflix DVD.  I awoke at 5:30 this morning after sleeping nearly 14 hours.

I take my camera and go for a short walk.  The sky is overcast, and there is a light, misting rain, so I pull the hood up on my coat.  First, I take a turn around the yard, getting pictures of the new vegetation.  I am happy to note that my catnip bed is taking off.  Catnip acts as an antihistimine on my system, and is much kinder to my stomach than commercial preparations.  The cats like it, too!

The elephant garlic and regular garlic are fourishing, and there are some fuzzy carrot tops in the vegetable bed.  The mint is greening up, but the Stevia shows no sign of awakening.

Some rude motorist has once again squashed my decorative fence, and crushed a plant pot.  It is annoying, but I have plans to fix this problem.  A three foot fence with bright bows or banners should make it more noticeable.  Then, if it continues, I will have grounds for complaint.  Patient we must be with those who live in this world, remembering our own foibles.  My yard and house need attention, badly!

I leave my yard, and walk around the block.  As I cross the low-water bridge, I note the water is moving pretty fast.  No ducks are on the water today.  As I walk on, I catch a shot of a well-built wood rick.  Farther up the way, a shy white cat sits on a porch.  Around the back, the ducks assemble on the lawn.  Another, block or so, and I see more of the ducks.  It looks as if they have visited the bank recently.  Do ducks have checking accounts?  Or savings accounts?  Or maybe they just own the bank.

On the return leg of my journey, I walk down main street.  I stop and look at the signs on the front of the branch library.  One announces that 2010 is a great year to become a teacher, another gives the prices for sending a fax.  Story times are advertised, and a knit and  crochet group.  The first I find amusing, the last looks somewhat interesting.

I ponder the video I just watched as I turn away.  The notes had discussed the sources for season four.  The show had drawn material from Dante, Hinduism, Buddhism, Muslim, Jewish and Christian traditions.  The writer explained that the primary focus, of course, was to produce an exciting horror show that was sustainable over an extended amount of time; however, the other focus, the one that actually makes the show work, is the struggle between free will and destiny.  It focuses upon how the choices we make drive our future.

I think upon my own choices.  For many years I rebelled against, well, something.  It seems to be the fate of some young people to personify “rebel without a clue”. I knew I didn’t like the way the world was and is, but felt fairly powerless to change it.  Then my choices caught up with me, as they have a way of doing, and I was for many years just another parent, working at the jobs I could find, getting as much education as I could, striving to support, care for, and guide my small family.  I borrowed money, and I borrowed from my personal energy bank.