Category Archives: Great Work

The Weekend

Winter                                                           Seed Catalog Moon

Got caught up with the Climate Change MOOC, part of the process involved getting my head turned toward scientific reading, following graphs and numbers and equations. I’m past the first really brain busting part and the flow of the reading went much better this morning.  Another challenge to, as Hercule Poirot would say, “the leetle gray cells.”

Spent some time with an easier task, translating more of the Metamorphoses.  In these verses Neptune rides the waters, urging them on as they flood the earth, then strikes the ground with his trident and creates earthquakes.  Poseidon, earth-shaker, as Homer knew him.  This was an earlier human generated, outsider mediated, apocalypse.  Climate change is our very own.

The Great Wheel blog continues to take shape, a bit here, a bit there.  Changes, tweaks, but growing.

 

And Things Were New

Winter                                                                  Seed Catalog Moon

So much new.  There’s always a lot of energy at first, Loki’s Children and the Great Wheel, a new workout regimen, getting back on the low carb horse, Climate Change MOOC, then there’s the slog, the keeping at it when the slump hits, a plateau and another push, then more.  Right now I’m mostly in the energy phase, lots of excitement and eagerness.

There will come a time though when the effort seems too much, when the energy has gone from positive to negative, becomes a drain, exhausting.  That’s when past experience helps.

Learning new tools for the Great Wheel.  Diving into the difficulty of reading graphs, percentages, equations, maps, pushing my body in a different way.  Listening to the ideas, the splinters of ideas, the ways forward as research and writing open up a new world.

In it now and glad of it.

This and That

Winter                                                              Seed Catalog Moon

Started another MOOC, see more on Great Wheel.  It’s gonna be work.  Note, Great Wheel is still undergoing development.  It won’t roll out officially until February 1st, but there are several posts up already.

Found some white tea I liked that is unavailable on the market.  So, I wrote the guy, who grows in his tea in Kurtistown, HI.  On Oahu.  He wrote back and offered to sell it to me wholesale.  Good deal.  Still expensive but it’s the best white tea I’ve had so far.  A low bar I’ll admit.

(not Maui Wowee.  Bob Jacobson’s white tea.)

The NYT has redesigned its webpage and I like the new look.  Cleaner.  But.  The types pretty small for these presbyopic eyes.

I see there that the Republicans plan to claim poverty as an issue, to make them look more compassionate and inclusive.  Wonder if they know they actually have to reduce it?

In the Zone

Winter                                                                Seed Catalog Moon

We skated through the day never getting warmer than -14 by my weather station.  That’s a chilly day by any standard.

Got some news on Missing.  It will be back in a bit.  Bob said it had a lot of capitalization and formatting errors.  Oops.  Plus a lot of pesky 1st person remainders from an early experiment in first person story telling.  Sorta makes me chagrined, but, hey, that’s why I hired the guy in the first place.  Better him finding them than an agent reading my manuscript cold.

Also got a ways into Loki’s Children today.  I have a pretty clear idea about the way forward with it and I’m excited.  Decided to just get at it, write away so to speak.  It was fun to get in that space.  Lost track of time.

So, with the work on Great Wheel and Loki’s Children, I’ve been in a creative space most of this very cold, good to be inside, day.  Feels good.

Then a good workout.  Plus news that my PSA was normal.  All in all, a good day.

A New Site Begins

Winter                                                             Seed Catalog Moon

If you want to take a peak, www.ancientrailsgreatwheel.com is live.  I’m still pondering the look, the content and I don’t plan to get at it methodically until late January, so it’s very early days.

It’s easy to get obsessed with a project like this and do nothing else for a good while, but I want to let this percolate before I decide on a look and while I get the idea of content refined.  I’m very open to input right now about either look or content.  What’s up right now will change as the year goes on, as it does here on Ancientrails.

In other news it’s -14 now at almost 3:00 o’clock.  We’ve probably hit our high for the day.

Time feels oddly, well, frozen.  As if life goes on here, but has come to a stop outside.  That may not be too far from the truth.

Ancientrails The GreatWheel

Winter                                                       New Seed Catalog Moon

I’ve begun to mull a second blog, one that would focus on the Greatwheel, dividing its posts into 8 seasons:  Samhain, Winter, Imbolc, Spring, Summer, Lughnasa, Fall and Samhain.

Over the course of those seasons I would write a beginning piece for the season as I do now on Ancientrails, but then continue through that season posting thematically about the season, holidays in that time period, special days of the year, phrenology, gardening, environmental and climate matters, probably some astronomy and archaeo-astronomy.  I would include myths pertinent to the season, too.  Perhaps some I’ve translated from the Latin.

This appeals to me because I’ve tried to lever myself into a theological treatise on the my neopagan faith, but the idea has never taken off.  I think the notion is too abstract and the fact of this tactile, coarse spirituality, one that gets its hands dirty as an act of devotion, lends itself better to this kind of over the course of the year exposition.

Any feedback anyone might have would be welcome.  Ancientrails would continue. It’s a well ingrained habit at this point.  If I decide to start, Imbolc, February 1st, would be a good time.

2014 Intentions

Winter                                                         New (Seed Catalog) Moon
Having presented a prod toward humility and non-attachment here are some of my intentions and hopes for the New Year:

1.  A healthy and joyful family (including the dogs)

2. Sell Missing

3. Have substantial work done on Loki’s Children

4. Translate at least book one and two of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

5. Have a productive garden and orchard, beautiful flowers

6. Host a Beltane and a Samhain bonfire to open and close the growing season

7. Establish a new beeyard and have a decent honey harvest

8. Have a new and consistent way to include art in my life

9. Consider a new blog focused solely on the Great Wheel and the Great Work

10. Feed the autodidact with a few more MOOCs

On the Margins

Samhain                                                                  Winter Moon

We’re in the dark period of the year, the time when the Winter Solstice stands out even among long nights as longer and deeper. Tonight, all Solstice eve, it’s 4:30 pm and twilight fell a while ago.  Snow comes down, adding to an inch or so to what we got over last night, all accumulating on top of the snows of early December.

Let me demonstrate how odd my religious situation is.  When my doctor, Corrie Massie, asked me what plans I had for Christmas, without thinking, I said, “We’re Jewish.”  Now we’re Jewish in that I support Kate’s Judaism, but what I really meant was, “I don’t celebrate the Christian holiday.”  Didn’t want to start with the whole theological narrative in my doctor’s office so my unconscious answered.  Not a lie, just not the whole truth.

No elevator speech for following the rhythmic cycles of nature, for celebrating not transcendence but immanence.  No quick way to say I’m an outlier here, too, standing on the margins of religion.  So often I find myself in conversations where I just don’t want to go through the whole analysis to explain myself.

Yes, too much carbon dioxide is, will be a problem. The unseemly gathering of wealth threatens the fabric of our culture.  No, I’m not really a Democrat and am planets away from Republicans.  Tea Party?  Different universe.  No, I don’t use pesticides.  Yes, we grow a lot of our own food and keep bees.  Oh, and I have a son in the Air Force who now has aspirations to become a general officer, to make sure authentic folks have their say.  No, mining minerals on the border of the Boundary Waters Wilderness does not make sense.  Socialism and single-payer health from Mark Odegardcare?  Sign me up.  I’m glad China and the rest of Asia have begun to grow strong.  I love the U.S.A.  Cable television?  Cut the cord.  That sort of thing.

I guess I’m at an age where I’m living the life I chose and choose, yet no longer have that evangelical zeal for my decisions.  Maybe because I recognize more and more how many right answers there are.

 

Repent Or Face Damnation

Samhain                                                                      Winter Moon

Samhain ends tomorrow with the arrival of the Winter Solstice.  The long fallow season following Summer’s End fades into the coldest months of the year.  Here in Minnesota the coldest days of the year begin on December 1st, meteorological winter; the old calendar reflects a different climate situation in Ireland and Britain.  Still, that calendar and its larger cultural context is the one which continues to influence our holy day practices.  Christmas comes on the celebration of Sol Invictus, the all the conquering sun, a Roman holy time set by the coming of the Winter Solstice.

Paul Strickland heard a Christian talk radio show lamenting the re-emergence of Winter Solstice celebrations and complaining that everyone knows Christmas came long before such pagan holy days.  We all laughed.  Christmas is a late addition to the Winter Solstice celebration collection and not a very important holiday among Christians until the Victorian era.

When Samhain ends at the Winter Solstice, the old growing season shifts from the death and desiccation of fall into decay and enrichment, preparing the way as the light begins to increase.   When Persephone returns to the Underworld to rule with Hades, the active forces of the soil begin their work in earnest, breaking down the fallen, dead and rotting materials into rich nutrients that feed soil organisms and will feed plants when Persephone returns home to her mother Demeter in the spring.

James Hillman said we see the gods today in our pathologies and I suppose that’s true in his sense, but the gods of polytheism suffered their Nietzschean fate long ago and have come again in more than psychological ways.

As Paul Ricoeur suggests, Christian’s familiar with biblical scholarship might return to the texts with a second naivete and see them once again as holy; so, I would suggest that the gods and goddesses of polytheism have long since resurrected, once again ready to offer themselves to us. All we need is our second naivete to see them. They can help us follow the recurring cycles of nature and understand them as powerful and dynamic realities, ones to which we owe allegiance.

Our blasphemy toward the old gods has created environmental havoc. We wantonly pollute–in the religious as well as the chemical sense–Poseidon’s ocean, Persephone and Hades’ soil, Zeus’s sky and even Aurora’s dawn.  Perhaps only Apollo’s Sun has escaped our meddling.

We are heretics to the old religions and we have paid the price.  If we do not repent, it will lead, as the logic of religion suggests, to our damnation.

 

Winter Is Coming

Samhain                                                             Winter Moon

Winter Solstice.  It comes with silent steps, the moon shining through leafless trees, scattering the snow with shadows.  This is a moment between one turn and the next, a still point, a dark still point out of which will come light, enough light to thaw the ground, lure plants from beneath the earth, give them strength and plump up their fruits.  But now, this night, is the culmination of darkness coming toward us one minute at a time until we reach the longest night of the year.

This waning of the light has killed back the plants of summer, shucked the leaves off the trees, frozen the rain so it falls as snow.  This is the season that shows the other face of nature.  This is earth as a receiver of the dead, as a particle disaggregator, a rapacious devourer of life.  Earth as scavenger, cavern, dark sea bottom.  This is the earth as whole, not only giving, but also taking.

When Hades comes for Persephone, he takes life back inside the earth.  He changes her, makes her a part of his realm.  In this marriage of Hades and Persephone we see death preceding life as the Mexica poet said.

In the dark and the quiet of the Winter Solstice night we can draw near to this truth.  We can know that even our own death will do no more than take us back to the earth from which we came and that even that death will not be final as our consciousness is born anew with each birth and our physical self is born anew as plant and animal.  What more wonder do we need at this time of year, in this, the Holiseason?

(Hades and Persephone:  King and Queen of the Underworld)