Summer and the Lughnasa Moon Friday gratefuls: Alan and the Parkside breakfast spot. Rabbi Jamie, Ellen, Marilyn (x2), Carol, Sally, Diane, Rebecca. The hot dog lady. The drive up Brook Forest to Shadow Mountain. The still rapid Maxwell Creek along … Continue reading
Language. Language about language. Language about languages. Language about the mind, created in the mind. The mind talking to itself, using symbols and signs. Which it has to interpret, even the ones it uses to talk to itself. A Mobius … Continue reading
Beltane and the Island Moon Free writing for my Hebrew alphabet class 1969. A crowd. Mostly young. “We’re not gonna study war no more.” Swords planted deep in the bodies of Vietnamese guerrillas. The Cong. Swords planted lev deep in … Continue reading
Lughnasa and the Moon of the First Harvest Went to a bagel table at CBE yesterday. Steve Tick, a congregant and a lawyer, presented on the parshah for the week, Deut. 7:12-11:25. We read all the way through it, taking … Continue reading
Winter Waxing Moon Took Kate to Bailey yesterday, the social hall of St. Mary’s of the Rockies. She stayed several hours for a meeting of the Bailey Patchworkers. It was the first time she’d been back since August, a session … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Lughnasa Waning Summer Moon The loft is clean. Sandy does such a great job. And, she does it while living with the after effects of two brain surgeries and the yet remaining tumor which necessitated a round of radiation to … Continue reading
Beltane Sumi-e Moon Into Denver yesterday, saw Jerusalem, the I-MAX 3-D show. (see below) When it finished, I left Kate on the museum’s third floor at the entrance to the Dead Sea Scrolls show and went down to find the … Continue reading
Imbolc New Life Moon Working on my kabbalah presentation. Getting further into the sumi-e.
Imbolc New Life Moon Single digits. Passes for really, really cold here. Cold enough that I’d forgotten blue jeans are not comfortable at those temps. When I went to kabbalah on Tuesday night, the cold seeped through that cotton as … Continue reading