Tough day in the desert for the Arizona Wildcats as they lost in an upset to Princeton. That must be why the sky is crying like it is, and I suppose that's why they call it March Madness. I know from personal experience that a person must be mad to coach. The struggles, the frustrations, the jubilations, the exhilarations, the toil, and the trouble all make for a fever pitch of insanity. But if you love something, you'll go to the ends of the world. That's the problem with winner take all. Everyone else goes home sad. I think I've mentioned it before, but the owner of this house is a world renowned yoga instructor who uses her practice as therapy. This house is filled to the brim with books, many of which include information on yoga, but there's a heavy mix of books written by women, about women, and for women. One book spoke to me a few days ago. It's called The Once and Future Goddess by the late Elinor W Gadon, a historian who spent many years teaching at several institutions including the Harvard Divinity School and Tufts University. The book is a chronicle of the female of our species as goddess, including the subjugation of women over the years by a male god, the idea that humans have the right to dominate nature, and that men have the right to dominate women. I find it interesting that the archeologists have uncovered evidence that suggests ancient cultures governed by women were egalitarian in nature and peaceful in practice. It makes me wonder if maybe we should give the women a chance to run the planet once again. It's just a thought, unfortunately one along the lines of "fat chance". Meanwhile, the world keeps on churning. We saw our first snake, the flowers are starting to bloom, more bugs are flitting about, and the coming of spring inspires enough hope that all living creatures feel good about venturing out into the world. It helps me realize that life is good, especially today.
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