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Bonzer Words!: The Madness Of March

Anna Mancini considers the mad month which ends today.

We humans have a lot of peculiar behaviors, one of the more interesting ones being the ceremony around the month of March. Have you ever noticed that March is not celebrated like the Merry Month of May? Why do you suppose this is true? It certainly wasn't a good month for Julius Caesar:

Beware the Ides of March have come. William Shakespeare, English poet on Caesar's assassination in the middle of March.

And March weather comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. People all over the world can attest to this, well, in the northern hemisphere at least.

Life is March weather; savage and serene in one hour.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet

The pagans seem to have some kind of grasp on the process of March:
March 20th marks the first day of true spring. The Goddess blankets the Earth with fertility, bursting forth from her sleep, as the God stretches and grows to maturity. He walks the greening fields and delights in the abundance of nature. This is the time of beginnings, of action, of planting spells for future gains, and of tending ritual ardens.
Unknown Author

March also seems to be a time when madness strikes, as in March Madness. Why this happens causes one to be circumspect about the conditions. Is it the rush of hormones, the promise of greenery and renewal after a long winter's nap and the nakedness of nature, or just the rush of sanity returning after three long months of darkness and torrid weather that kept us indoors staring at each other for too long?
And somewhere there seems to be an escaped British hare (larger than a rabbit, of course) that has gone completely mental and roams the countryside threatening sanity at every hop and stop! I wonder if this hare is receiving royalties for the use of its name and fitful condition, and who diagnosed the poor thing in the first place?

Mad as a March hare. John Heywood, English playwright

say thou mad March hare. John Skelton, English poet laureate of Oxford & Cambridge

Let's take a look at the infamous March holiday, St. Patrick's Day. This is a day when we celebrate the life of a man who butchered thousands of people in Ireland (drove the snakes out of Ireland is the metaphor used for this insane behavior) so his religion could be the dominating power brokers, he could own everything and boss everyone around. Then they make him a saint for his serial murders.

Now here's a day when we make everything we eat, see and wear out of something green. If you served green eggs, green beer and green pancakes on any other day of the year, you'd be wearing the stuff. People would look at the food in disgust and say, 'I'm not going to eat this. It's green!' But, not on St. Patrick's day!

And what is with the parades? Everyone dresses up in green costumes, or prances around in leprechaun suits. Now, at any other time of the year, if you announce that you really believe in leprechauns, you're an idiot committing heinous blasphemy because there's no such thing as leprechauns. Well, dress me in an elf suit, fill me full of green beer and eggs, run me up and down the street in the parade, and then let me sit in the front row at mass on this day, please. (I was born Catholic, by the way).

Somewhere along the way, March became a verb. How that happened seems to be a mystery, but at least we humans have found time to march toward truth at different intervals of our history.

The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it. Emile Zola, French novelist

In the march toward Truth, anger, selfishness, and hatred naturally give way, for otherwise, Truth would be impossible to attain. Mahatma Gandhi, Indian leader

March to the beat of a different drummer. No one seems to want to claim this one, or else it wasn't important enough to be quoted. Maybe I'll assign that one to a woman since I couldn't seem to find any women's thoughts about the month of March. Maybe they're too busy cleaning up all that winter mess left by bored family members looking to march on toward summer fun.

So, throw caution to the wind, dust off that leprechaun suit, whip up some green food and find a parade, because it's March.

Anna Mancini


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