You know the old adage, April showers bring May flowers. It’s an unoriginal one, but lately I’ve piled a whole buffet onto my plate. So forgive me I riff a bit on an unoriginal but no less apt idea. It’s April. Where you are, maybe it even rains. Though this might seem like bad news, it’s what we need if our garden is going to grow, a garden I hope you’ve filled not just with flowers, but also with food. Beauty and bounty both. In many ways, that’s what we’re over here reveling about. The pendulum swings. We learn that the love of money (but not money itself!) will bring you to your ruin, but so, I’m here to attest, can the obsessive love of purely spiritual things. We are spirits in a body, so let’s not forget the body part. Let’s not forget our precious lives. Let’s not forget that we are in the world. This is no time to retreat into ephemeral things. The ephemeral things will be there when you’re gone. As far as I can tell, they’re the only things that will be there when you’re gone (though I’ve yet to have any one leave this world and then report back).