Category Archives: Holidays

Summer Solstice 2016

Summer                                                                     Moon of the Summer Solstice

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Light to dark. A continuum and a dialectic. Our inner lives fall, always, somewhere along this line. Our life might be bright, cheery, goals and actions easy to see, our days bouncy and their weight upon us like a feather. Or, our lives might be dark, intense, solemn, our next moves difficult to imagine, our days heavy, weighing upon us like a great rock.

But the Great Wheel shows us a yet deeper truth. Light to dark and dark back to light is the way of life on this earth. In the temperate latitudes this truth is at its most nuanced and its most fruitful. Quite literally. In temperate latitudes, as the Solstices mark out, we go from the Summer victory of light to the Winter victory of darkness.

Though darkness seems to be the dialectical opposite of light-winter the antithesis of summer-in fact darkness gives plant life a time to rest, rejuvenate, prepare for the rigors of another growing season. The light, when it begins to bear down upon the fields and forests, encourages and feeds them, preparing them for the harvest. In the places where the seasons are more extreme, like the tropics where daylight remains equal to night all year round and at the poles where night and day extend for months exuberant plant life can overtake whole regions. Or, at the poles ice can become so thick and vast that it covers hundreds, thousands, of square miles.

The Summer Solstice and the Winter Solstice then are not opposed to each other. The transitions from light to dark and dark to light for which they are the zenith are necessary engines for the well-being of all of us who call this planet home.

Thus we might consider the transitions from light to dark in our psyche, in our soul, as variations necessary for a full and rich life. Of course we need the sunshine of children, of love, of hope, of success. The times in our lives when those can dominate are like the summer, the growing season. Yet, grief and failure are part of our soul’s turning, part of our reaction to and integration of life’s darkness. Also, those practices which can take us deep into our inner life are like the fallow times of fall and winter providing rest and rejuvenation to us.

Today we celebrate the solar equivalent of our live’s growing season. Mark out those matters in your life that flourish, that bring joy and love, that encourage your fulfillment. But, know as well that even events like divorce, like the death of a loved one, like the failure of a dream can enrich the soil of your life, must enrich the soil of your life or else we pretend that the Great Wheel does not turn, but rather stops and becomes one season, to the eventual death of all we know.

The Summer Solstice begins the gradual victory of dark over light, the one we celebrate at the Winter Solstice. Light and dark are not opposite, but parts of a whole, parts of your soul and its ancientrail toward death.

 

Beltane, 2016

Beltane                                                 Wedding Moon

This is the first day of the growing season, the time when the old Celtic calendar turned over from Samhain, or Summer’s End, to Beltane, the day that marks the end of the fallow time. At some point, too, the Celts began to observe the solar holidays, solstices and equinoxes. Their distinctive holidays fall between these 4 solar events and hence are known as cross quarter days. It was only later in the evolution of the Celtic calendar that two other cross quarter holidays, Imbolc on February 1st and Lughnasa on August 1st were added.

That we’re not living in Ireland is apparent today since we’ve just received around 10 inches or so of new snow. No start of the growing season on Shadow Mountain. We’re both far away from the oceans, Ireland has a maritime climate, and high above it’s mostly sea level altitude.

But, close enough. Soon the weather here will slip out of the fallow season’s cold and snow into the growing season’s warmth. Sort of. At altitude the nights are never as warm and the temperature averages not as high as they are at sea level. Too, here in the West the precipitation comes largely in the fallow time. That means the growing season here on Shadow mountain is both shorter and cooler as well as drier. That defines the montane ecosystem in which we live.

The market week and celebrations of Beltane included the Maypole, fire jumping (for fertility), driving cattle between two bonfires for health, and those who wanted making love in the fields to draw the fertility of the fields into themselves and add their own to the fields in return. It was known then that human life and the life of the fields and forests were one. This knowledge remains essential to the health of our species and is one reason a pagan outlook continues to nourish me.

The fallow time is a long time of inwardness, six months or so. If they’re perennials, plants die back above ground and focus on storage of energy in their root system. They also interact vigorously with the soil around them. The human spirit goes inward, too, evidenced in the felt need for the holidays of light that fill up the two months plus of holiseason. In that time we humans interact with our roots, family and friends and tradition, nourishing them and being nourished by them.

So, when the lambs are in the belly at Imbolc (in the belly), the ewes freshen and milk becomes available. Memories of lambs frolicing in the spring return. By Beltane the lambs have strengthened and the fields are ready for planting. In old Ireland, that is. Those in the farther northern and southern latitudes and in high altitudes can appreciate the sunburst of life without snow and cold, of life with the promise of fresh vegetables, grain crops, fattened animals, of relaxing outside on a warm evening.

This is a time to celebrate. Dig deep into your fallow time ruminations, seek out what needs the sun to flourish. Make sure it’s planted in the right soil and gets the nourishment it needs, then grab your loved ones and dance, dance, dance. (or, if you’re more Celtic and less northern European, reverse the order.)

 

 

Birthday Meal

Imbolc                                                                               Valentine Moon

Val2300You know the scene in the movie where the wife comes home and a trail of rose petals lead to the bedroom? This was the table at Twin Forks last night when I sat down for my birthday meal with Kate.

Somebody (and I know who) had gotten there earlier in the day and collaborated with the owner of the restaurant. It was a surprise. And touching.

Val1300There was more, too. Two beautiful cards and a vase of calla lilies that sits above the screen on which I’m writing this right now. I also got a box of crayons. Sounds silly, maybe, but I bought adult coloring books for us in December. Now we can get going on them. Something to soothe us while Vega is recovering from surgery.

We ordered off the Valentine’s Day special menu. Kate got prime rib, the yabba dabba do* cut. We weren’t expecting quite what she got. Barney Rubble and Fred would have been proud.

An intimate, romantic dinner for my birthday, which happens to fall on everyone’s love holiday. Perfect.

 

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Super Dogs

Yule                                                                             Stock Show Moon

Took Gabe and Ruth to Superdogs at the National Western Stock Show yesterday. We started attending back in 2010. That year I took Ruth on the shuttle. We got about two miles from home. She turned to me with a slightly scared, sad look, she was 3 I think, and said, “I miss my mommy.” I called Jen, she talked to Ruth and we went on.

Since then we’ve seen rodeos, dancing horses, many superdogs, lots of cattle, some pigs, sheep, alpaca. The exhibit halls are full of large metal pincers to hold cattle and other large animals while branding and medicating, fencing, horse stalls, lots of pick-ups and other motorized things like Bobcats, Kubota tractors and John Deere machinery. Trailers of all kinds and lengths. Rope. The big Cinch booth with all things denim and boot.

That first year Jen and Ruth were watching a sheep competition and a reporter from the Denver Post caught them in a picture that went on the front page. It’s become a family tradition although this year it was just Grandma, Grandpop and the kids.

We ate lunch at the Cattleman’s Grill, a large open air restaurant with oilcloth covered 8 foot tables put together in long rows. Like a big family reunion. Lots of cowboy hats and boots, kids.

After that we wandered the exhibit halls. Gabe and Grandma went to the petting zoo where they got their hands on sheep, goats, pigs while Ruth and I examined the Western Art Show and Sale. Ruth and I liked the show. It had some wonderful sculpture, especially a small stone owl, landscapes done in non-traditional (that is not sentimental) manners, and some excellent paintings of animals, in particular one Brahman bull. He was a distinct individual in this full head portrait.

The Superdogs show either has gotten better since we first saw it or I’ve lowered my standards. This year was fun. These canine athletes, most of them rescue dogs, catch frisbees, do the high jump, run through plastic tunnels at speed, race along raised platforms and have a helluva good time. They are high energy, eager animals.

We’ll be back next year. Who knows what wonders we’ll see?

Crossing the Shadow Line

Yule                                                                    Christmas Moon

A Christmas cold came to me three days ago. Nice present. On its way to other hosts now, still causing a bit of havoc here. My first one since April of 2014. I will get that nice post-illness bump in energy and joy just as we cross the shadow line into New Years.

Of course, this book metaphor is true every day, but somehow it feels truer right now. I’m looking forward to 2016, lots of plans, important events.

We’ve had single digit, below zero temps and look to have them for a while. We’re also snow covered, including much of our solar panels. They’re not switched on yet, but today around noon they should be. Golden Solar is redoing some electrical and hooking up our monitoring device. We’ll be able to read the output of each panel on our own solar internet page.

Ancientrails turns 11 in 2016. And turns out to have been the great writing project of my life. See you on the trail next year.

Moonshine

Samhain                                                                     Christmas Moon

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow  
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below

Friend Bill Schmidt found this bit of lunar trivia:

“The last time there was a full moon on Christmas, Jimmy Carter was president and a gallon of gas cost 65 cents. But this year we get to party like it’s 1977 when the moon is shown in its full glory on Dec. 25, theWeather Channel reports. It’s an event that won’t happen again until 2034, and then every 19 years after that for a few cycles…”  Newser

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I began giving full moons my own names a couple of years ago, trying to bring them into the present. This year I think I’ll change my name to the Christmas moon in honor of this event. My usual name, shortened this year, for this full moon is the Moon of the Winter Solstice.

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Samhain                                                                       New (Winter) Moon

The wind was calmer today so I got more tree trunks cut into logs. Used my smart holder for the first time. It works pretty well, but I’ve got to get more facile with placing logs on it. A learning curve. Lots of fireplace size logs stacked between two trees, three stacks in all. This is the last step in the fire mitigation process for this season. Now the wood will dry for a year, be ready to split next fall. As soon as I get all the front tree trunks cut into fireplace size, I’ll move to the back and begin felling and limbing.

Getting my regular hour of Latin, but boy it’s coming hard right now. Not sure why. Struggling. Back to regular exercise, too, though most of my resistance time is still spent with arthritis alleviating exercises from Dana. I backed off a bit on them, tried to work in some other resistance, but the tingling returned, the left shoulder began to ping. Struggling a bit here, too. Not anywhere near my pre surgery levels.

Tomorrow we’re going to Sushi Harbor with Jon and Jen to celebrate Jon’s 47th birthday. I met Jon when he was 21. 47. Realized another milestone birthday must be when your first child turns 50.

Our neighbor Jude came over to wish us a Happy Hanukkah. Sweet of him.

 

 

 

Lights by the Lake. With Latkes

Samhain                                                                 New (Winter) Moon

Watched several different people, a rabbi, a politician, a cantor, a newspaperman and a Chamber of Commerce woman struggle with lighting a menorah on the shore of Lake Evergreen. We’ve had chinooks for the last few days and though muted at night they still made the bic auto-match flicker and the temporarily burning wicks blink out.

The politician, Tim Neville, is a conservative Republican. He had real difficulty getting the shamas lit. It was as if the winds were saying this one has no light within him. To be fair, others had difficulty, too.

This was a pan-Judaism event with Beth Evergreen, where Kate and I have attended educational classes, Judaism in the Foothills and B’Nai Chaim reform synagogue collaborating. It was not a huge crowd, maybe 75 to a 100 people: a few boys with prayer shawl fringes dangling beneath their t-shirts, two rabbis and a cantor, tables with Hanukkah gelt, dreidels, a two table set up for the latke cookoff* and an adorable two year old girl whose body posture said she was ready to rule the world.

The evening was enough for Kate to say, “I want to join.” She means Beth Evergreen.

I was happy the event took place to a giant fir tree festooned with many lights. That’s my religious tradition, Germanic paganism.

*Kate’s latkes are superior, in every way, to the ones I tried last night.

 

8 Nights of Illumination

Samhain                                                                        Thanksgiving Moon

Hanukkah begins tonight. Another Holiseason festival of light. We have several packages wrapped in the blue and silver colors of Hanukkah, dreidels and the Star of David scattered across them. They go to the grandkids this morning.

144 candles for the 8 day festival since each night a new candle is added and all are replaced. We have several menorahs ranging in design from very traditional to crystal and metal. Like many Jewish holidays this one is home based with a regular nightly ritual involving lighting the candles in the menorah and reciting certain prayers in Hebrew.

Kate and I plan to attend a public menorah lighting on December 10th in Evergreen. There is a latke cookoff as part of the ceremony. Latkes with sour cream are one of my favorite parts of Hanukkah.

We decided a while back that our Hanukkah gifts to each other are the solar panels and the remodeled kitchen.

So. Happy Hanukkah to one and all.