A common British expression, based on a popular belief about hares’ behavior at the beginning of the long breeding season, which lasts from February to September in Britain. Early in the season, unreceptive females often use their forelegs to repel overenthusiastic males.
Madness is in the air in March, the sun feels warm for the first time in months, the days are stretching out mornings and evenings are lighter. Suddenly you feel like bursting out of cold and dark winter. throw caution to the wind, peel off the layers and soak the rays in. The pace of days increases looking out in the garden or in the woods nature is waking up. Cosmic spring energies of becoming are vibrating. Can I keep up with the pace of nature swelling with buds and the first flowers. the madness of trying to pack more and more in each day.
Since it is march, I have been working on the image of the March Hare, reflecting on his role in Lewis Carroll’s books. He is like a shadow of the Mad Hatter, unpredictable and surly. The March Hare epitomises samsara. He is mad like all beings in samsara totally out of touch with reality, he and the Mad Hatter are stuck at tea time. He perceives only a small part of events as if looking through a keyhole and his actions reflect how nonsensical our view is when we only see a small part of the whole.
‘The March Hare took the watch and and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea and looked at it again; but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark,”It was the best butter , you know.” ‘ -Lewis Carroll