We all walk ancientrails. Welcome to the journey.

Archive for the 'Great Wheel' Category

Awesome, Dude

Winter                                                                              Waxing Moon I’m gonna say between 12 and 15 inches over the last 36 hours. We’ve been plowed twice and our contract specifies 6 inches as the minimum for a push. I’ve cleared the back decks 4 times, or 5, and this morning it was as much as it was yesterday morning, maybe more. […]

Read the rest of this entry »

The Four Elements

Winter                                                                                        Waxing Moon Every once in a while up here on Shadow Mountain, winds. Today, and they haven’t gotten fully underway yet, I’ve already heard gusts that my anemometer clocks at 40 mph. I imagine we’ll see 60 later. Glad it’s not Wednesday, trash day, when we have to put our trash and recycling containers […]

Read the rest of this entry »

A Feynman Method Explanation

Winter                                                                            Waxing Moon Richard Feynman, the physicist, had a technique for learning. It’s pretty straight forward in its explanation: Choose a Concept Teach it to a child Identify Gaps and Go Back to The Source Material Review and Simplify (optional) I’ve not used it before, but I’m going to try now with reimagining/reconstructing faith. I hope […]

Read the rest of this entry »

2018

Winter                                                                         Stent Moon Buddy Paul Strickland, living in Maine very close to New Brunswick and the Bay of Fundy, has a year theme: Bumping into Wonder. I haven’t discussed it with him so I’m not even sure what a year theme is and I don’t know why he chose random acts of amazement. (though it’s […]

Read the rest of this entry »

Janus

Winter                                                                               Stent Moon Aging brings with it an inevitable glance over the shoulder. Did I matter? If so, how? If not, why? Does it matter if I mattered? I suppose it would be possible to disappear into regrets or vanity or even anguish. But, why? The past, though we can change its role in our […]

Read the rest of this entry »

The Sacred Marriage

Winter                                                                            Stent Moon On the drive over to Tony’s Market to pick up Christmas dinner I got to thinking about ohr, the shards of divine light kabbalists believe actually make up the known universe. When I bow to the divine light in you and you bow to the divine light in me, we say that […]

Read the rest of this entry »

Sol Invictus

Winter                                                                                 Stent Moon The long night began to fall as I drove home from Swedish Hospital. It was only 4:30 or so, but the darkness had already come calling. It is not over yet, still dark here on Shadow Mountain. Black Mountain, out the window, is visible through a very gradual lightening of the sky. […]

Read the rest of this entry »

Winter

Winter                                                                          Stent Moon 4 years ago today we moved to Colorado. Yes, we moved in on the Winter Solstice, my favorite holiday of the whole year. It was snowy and cold, well below zero. We thought, oh, this is familiar. Seemed just like what we’d left. And, for four years now it has never been […]

Read the rest of this entry »

Hopeful

Samain                                                                          Stent Moon Kate’s once again on the 8th floor at Swedish, the general surgery floor. This, I imagine, in case she needs another bowel resection due to this most recent bleed. God, I hope not, but… I’m going in in an hour or so to see her, find out what we now know. Her […]

Read the rest of this entry »

The Flame Narrative

Samain                                                                                Stent Moon Bought this ceramic container a few years back, probably during a Woolly Mammoth retreat at Valhelga, the Helgeson’s family retreat on a lake close to Collegeville, home of St. John’s Monastery. It reminds me of the modest clay cylinders that held the Dead Sea Scrolls and I loved the brown to black […]

Read the rest of this entry »