It seems all around me there is death and decay, death of loved ones, decay of the whole world. Yet there is also birth and renewal, but that seems far removed from me. I know this is a mental state not so much a reality, it is what I am focusing on, and it seems odd for this season, Spring, which really is a season of birth and renewal. I can see the flower buds opening, but at the same time I know they are transient and will be gone soon. I don’t know a good way of dealing with that.