Category Archives: Faith and Spirituality

Dogfood, O.D. and Football

Fall                                                    Waning Blood Moon

He loaded 10 bags of 40 pound dogfood and the straw boss said, well bless my soul.  This is what Tennessee Ernie Ford would have sung if he’d been with me on my trip to Costco this morning.  I like to make fewer trips when I run errands so this time I stocked up on dogfood.

The nice lady that counts the objects against your receipt took a look at my cart and my gray hair, “Do you need some help?”   Nope, I could handle it just fine.  A few years back I used to resent this kind of heavy lifting, in particular rock salt for the water softener and dogfood.  Now I look on it as an opportunity to tone up the muscles.  It’s part of my resistance work out for the day.

I shifted today from the garden to the desk, spending a couple of hours puzzling over how to organize a conversation for a congregation that wants to consider its future.  This is very different work from harvesting potatoes or planting garlic.  Not finished yet.  It has to set a bit.  Percolate, as Kate likes to say.

In addition I have to put together an Asian tour for next Friday.  At the same time I’ll design a Southeast and South Asian tour since I’ll be able to use some similar objects.  That’ll be tomorrow morning.

The Vikes play the Rams  tomorrow.  The Rams now have the longest losing streak of any NFL team.  Detroit won last week and lifted that burden from their franchise.  No team in the NFL is a push over because the NFL has only elite athletes, some a bit more elite than others, some a bit younger, others more experienced.  The combination means that on any given sunday (yes, there was a movie.) any one team can beat another.  I hope the Vikes win convincingly and shore up their pass defense while getting Adrian a 100+ yard day.

After the Rams, the Vikings play the Ravens at home, then go on the road for the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Green Bay Packers.  That will be a tough stretch.  If they do well in those three games, they will move up in the power rankings.

Fall Tasks

Fall                                    Full Blood Moon

The hunt takes on a seriousness in the fall, especially in the temperate climates like Minnesota.  Even if summer game had kept the family or clan fed then, fall has to do double, even triple duty.  It has to feed the family through the fall itself and sustain the family through the leaner winter season.  It also has to last into spring, when the animals begin to fatten up again.  Yes, this was in the time of the hunter/gatherers, but their rhythms are ours and in honor of them, consciously or not, thousands go into the woods in blaze orange.  This is a ritual as much as it is an activity, a time when we honor the traditions of our ancestors long dead.

The wild hunt has a particular place in my own developing ge-ology and it relates directly to the hunt as we still know it.  The wild hunt rides the skies at all times of the year though you may hear them more in the fall.  The wild hunt harvests souls, taking them from bodies as they ride.  It is said that if you hear the wild hunt that your time is near.  So listen with care to the storms of late fall if you dare.

Squash vines, tomato vines, left over bean plants, wilted potato plants all went into the compost pile this morning.  Now is the time to think about the spring garden, prepare the beds for a new gardening year as this one comes to a close.

In short summary this was a better year than I thought.  We have many potatoes, squash, carrots and a few garlic to last over the winter months.  We’ve eaten many meals already from the garden.  Kate has conserved tomatoes, grapes, green beans, turnips and greens.   There are still pole beans to harvest.  Even though it was a good year, it is still not where I want it.  Next year.

It’s About Time

Fall                                      Waxing Blood Moon

On the I-Google page there is a widget that shows the progression of night and day across the globe.  In Singapore it is Friday already, 12:30 p.m. Lunch time.  Here in the middle of North America we have blackness.  This is another of the rhythms of nature, the one so familiar it can come and go for weeks, months, even years with little remark.

Yet imagine a 24 hour period when the day/night cycle changed in some unexpected way.   What if at 12:30 p.m. it became night?  Or, what if, at midnight the sun came up?  No, I don’t mean the poles, I mean right here on the 45th latitude halfway between the equator and the pole.  Earthquakes challenge a core assumption we carry unknowing, especially those of us in the relatively quake quiet Midwest.  The assumption?  That the earth beneath our feet is solid, unmoving.  The regularity of day and night is also a core assumption, one we carry unaware.

It is these rhythms, day and night, the changing of the seasons, the growth of flowers and vegetables, their constancy that gives us stable hooks on which to hang the often chaotic events of our lives.  Even if a death in the family occurs we say the sun will come up tomorrow.  Flowers will bloom again.

Bringing these changes into our consciousness, the moon phases for example, can give us even firmer anchors.

They give me a feel for the continuity that underlies the messiness of human life and the apparent vagaries of time.  It is a continuity of positive and negative, yin and yang, dark and light, the dialectical tension between these opposites which cannot be without the other.  Taken all together they can give us a confidence in the nature of the 10,000 things.

They make understanding space-time possible for me, in spite of my lack of mathematical sophistication.  That space and time create a matrix which holds everything makes sense in a universe where day follows night and winter follows fall, then happens all over again in the next cycle.  This is not a linear model, it is not chronological, it is deeply achronological.

Surgery, Money and the Electric Fence

Fall              Waxing Blood Moon

Saw Ruth Hayden again, today.  She has guided us since a stressful period in our finances over 7 years ago.  As Kate’s retirement comes closer and closer, Ruth helps us with fine-tuning our retirement budget and preparing our holdings to manage the inevitable ups and downs of the market.  Her help is practical and wise.  Everyone should have a Ruth in their life.

Kate has scheduled her back surgery.  It will take place on October 19th.  She plans for 8 weeks of recovery, 4 of pretty low key activity.  That means extra care and nurturing.  I look forward to it.

The electric fence has become part of our property.  I check the l.e.d. two to three times a day and walk the property after heavy winds.  Thanks to the fence, Vega and Rigel now run and romp, tumbling over and over in the way puppies will.  The electric fence teaches a strong life lesson about freedom within  constraint.  Once our limits are clear, we are free to act as we are.  This seems like an oxymoron, but in fact life has limits at every turn.  Like Rigel you may be inclined to climb the fence and run free.  Like Rigel you may find that exhilarating.

Consider this, however.  She has a secure place in which to play with her sister, get fed and hang out on the couch in the evenings.  She risked losing that when she climbed the fence.

Not a conclusive argument and I don’t mean it to be, but it’s worth thinking about.

Spelunking

Fall                                           Waxing Blood Moon

Rainy and cold, October has come.  Though most don’t realize it, the rain of early fall is as important to spring as April’s showers.  The plants drink deep, ready themselves for the dry, desert like conditions of winter.  Without adequate moisture in the fall a plant can die of thirst even while the earth is white, covered with frozen water.

These days come as elixirs to my soul.  The outer becomes the inner.  Spelunking the caverns within has  a seasonal aspect for me, one I wrote about a week or two back.

Gotta go meet with our financial adviser.   Later on.

Live Your Own Life

Fall                                      Waxing Blood Moon

“There is only one success – to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.” – Christopher Morley

It’s not the only success, but it’s sure right up there with love and family.  Self-direction has always been at or near the top of my list and I’ve been lucky enough to find significant folks, Kate especially, who’ve honored the way I choose to live my life.

Long ago, before college, I decided I would never do anything that violated my own values.  Never was a young man’s word, but the spirit of that vow has guided me well enough for over 45 years.  Have I violated my own values?  Of course, I have.  Life happens.  The essence of that commitment though is what Morley says, the ability to spend life in my own way.  That means accepting the consequences, bad and good.

Sad news tonight.  My aunt Barbara, my mother’s sister, had one child, Melissa.  Barbara suffered from bipolar disorder and spent most of her life in state hospitals.  She had a run of stable years during which she gave birth to Melissa.  That was 40 years ago.  Melissa died a a couple of days ago.  She had re-entered family life only recently, we didn’t know where she was, so I did not know her well, but she was a first cousin and the first of us to die.  There were 12 of us, now there are 11.

She leaves behind a son, John, and husband, Paul.  Her mother’s life was difficult from the very beginning and my sense from the brief contact I had with her is that Melissa’s life was not easy either.

Estranged

Fall                                   Waxing Blood Moon

Tomato picking and compost bin rebuilding, the bulk of the morning.  To keep our young pups from celebrating life by knocking down the straw bales out of which I designed this compost bin a wire fence now encircles the bales, with an other, shorter wire fencing material for a gate.

The day started chilly, but has warmed up to 69.  It’s one of those fall days when the Andover H.S. Marching Band can be heard carrying pompoms and the thud of padded football players in its wake.  As this sound comes across the fields of vegetables and the cul de sacs between our home the football field, I become at once both younger and older, thrust back to Alexandria High School and Friday night football while by necessity comparing that time with the present.  It’s not an unpleasant feeling, just a bit strange.

Caught episode 1 of a Harvard class on Justice taught by Michael Sandel.  It’s well worth the time.  Sandel’s teaching style combines the Socratic/law school method of hypotheticals with analysis of responses.  The engagement of the students makes it obvious Sandel is a teacher as well as a philosopher.  I only want to comment on one, striking observation he made about philosophy.  “Philosophy,” he said, “is not about something you don’t know; it is about making you look at what you know from the perspective of a stranger.  Philosophy creates an estrangement from our own experience.”  This is so true, as is his follow-on comment that once you gain this insight you cannot go back to the naive state.

Every hour of every day I see my self and the world through the lens of philosophical analysis, the lens fitted over an anthropological  camera body.  The two together make the world a strange and exotic experience at every turn.

Doubt

Fall                               Waxing Blood Moon

Got this comment on my post:  Blood Moon Risin

Gently put, nicely said. Doubt isn’t it’s own reward but I think it’s an honest place to be. As you quote Rilke at the outset – the first stanza of his famous, profound and beautiful “Fall Day” – I’ll offer another Rilke for you.

There’s a story in the collection ‘Stories of God’ that he wrote while working on the ‘Book of Hours’, which most folks consider his better (of the two) work).

Regardless, the story is called, in English, ‘A Tale of Death and a Strange Postscript to it’. In it, a happy couple that have squirelled themselves away from the world, are greeted by death. In their fear they hide from Him, and little by little lose their joy of life.

I love this story because I too am afraid to die. It’s helped me acknowledge and move past that fear.

Keep writing – you do it well –

Regards,

Jack

Jack Beacham
Stories-of-God.com
Jack.Beacham@Stories-of-God.com
98.21.188.5

As Jack intended, I’ve rethought that post, considered it.  Here’s how I see it now.  Doubt is an odd word and I’d never noticed it before this comment.  Doubt sets the conceptual table and has a trick for dessert.  Doubt, defined by the person identifying it in another, says really,  “Oh, I see.  Right now you can’t see the things I see, but if and when things clear up for you, you will see them.”  That is, the  idea of doubt from the position of its identifier defines the doubter using the identifiers terms.  In other words, if I express my sense that there is nothing knowable beyond this life, I’m a doubter.  In fact, all I’m identifying is my sense that this world is all we get.

I get the sense that Jack is a kind and compassionate man. I appreciate his taking the time to respond.

As for me, I understand his doubt about my take on the afterlife.

Mabon (Fall) 2009

Fall                               Waxing Blood Moon

Equinox.  Today is the fall equinox.  In spring we celebrate the shift towards yet more light and warmth as the trend toward lengthened days sees daylight overtaking the night.   Now the shift has a different, more somber direction.  At the Summer Solstice the hours of daylight began to shrink in relation to the hours of darkness.  At this equinox the night begins to predominate, an acceleration that will reach its peak at the Winter Solstice.

Contemporary Wiccans (some at least) call this equinox Mabon and see it as the final harvest festival.  My own understanding and practice sees Mabon as the second of three harvest festivals:  Lughnasa (ended yesterday), Mabon and Samhain (Summer’s End).  Here on the 45th latitude the gardening year does begin to wind down now.

On farms, however, the corn harvest lasts well into October and even in our garden we have carrots, parsnip, garlic and potatoes still in the ground.   In the ancient British Isles the end of summer meant deciding how much livestock you could feed through the winter.   If there was too little food for your herd, a certain number of animals would be slaughtered and their meat prepared to sustain the family over the winter.

In either case though the fall equinox is the moment when the Great Wheel takes a decisive turn toward darkness.  That shift, along with the senescence in the garden and in the trees and fields, makes this an appropriate time for taking stock.  Kate and I are in the midst of preserving through canning, drying and storing the fruits of our summer’s work.  Grain and corn gets driven to the cathedrals of the plains in open trucks filled to the brim with yellow or golden seeds.  The elevators fill up as does our newly built store room.

On a personal level this turn of the Great Wheel offers us a similar opportunity, that is, a time to take stock of the summer, the last year, even the course of our life.   Experience the joy of taking in to yourself the fruits you have harvested as a result of your own hard work.  Yes, money may be a part of that, but it is not the most important.  How have you increased in wisdom?  Have you and a significant other grown in your relationship?  Has a relationship that needed to come to an end done so and allowed you to move into a new phase of life?

This is a wonderful festival for gratitude.  In fact, if you do nothing else to acknowledge this transition, take a moment to make a list of people and things for which you are grateful.  You could take this one step further and make others in your life aware of your gratitude.

Finally, on a life level, the Great Wheel’s turn at Mabon symbolizes the autumn of our lives.  If this is where you are on your ancient trail, Mabon prompts you to consider the gifts and lessons we have embraced along the way.  The Great Wheel turns toward the final harvest, that day when we will be gathered up into the abundance from which we came and to which we return.  Present to us now that the years ahead are fewer than the ones behind this knowledge can enrich these autumnal days.  Life becomes more precious, an experience to be savored, lingered over, greeted with joy hour by hour, day by day.

In the end the Wild Hunt comes for all of us, the just and the unjust.  The Great Wheel teaches us that even after it comes, life will go on and that, in some fashion, we will all be part of it.  Come to think of it, this may be my best answer to the question about the after life.

Bio-Char and the After-Life

Lughnasa                             Waxing Blood Moon

The Woolly’s met at the old Cenacle in a new retreat center.  We’ve met there three or four times this year.

The focus was views on the afterlife.  The conversation revealed a surprisingly conservative undertone with several Woollys hedging their metaphysical bets.  Immanuel Swedenborg got a mention as did reincarnation as a proven reality.

Some, like me, took a more existential stance.  “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof.”  I believe that was Carl Sagan.  The questions death raises have confounded humanity since at least the time of the Neanderthals.  There is something about a void after death, an extinctionist perspective I saw it called recently, that unsettles many people.

It is, as much as anything else, I imagine, such a stark contrast with the vitality and hereness of life.  That this magical adventure, this ancient trail might end in nothingness seems like a cheat.  But by whose perspective?

To me the wonder is this life, this one chance we have to experience whatever we can, to do what we can.  To be who we are.

On another note Mark Odegard had two words for today’s graduates:  bio-char.  New to you?  Me, too.  It’s worth a look though and here’s a website that will help you get up to speed.