Time Speeds On

Imbolc    Waning  Moon  of Winds

A second warm day in a row.  Green grass has begun to show.  Other plants give hints of spring.  My collard greens and mustard greens have sprouted under the lights.  Another growing season nears.

Tonight I drive into the city for a Sierra Club meeting, then back home.  This time has, as I knew it would, picked up speed, begun to drive fast and crazy.  The deadlines at the capitol, spring and the schools looking to get kids out of the classrooms all jam together to create a fast track.

Embrace Weedy Backyards and Undeveloped Lots

Imbolc      Waning Wild Moon

This is an opinion piece by Senator Ellen Anderson.  I reprint it in full here because she addresses a critical problem for the Great Work.  Almost.

Here’s what I mean.  In referring to the work of the Lessard Council she defends metro area expenditures because, as she puts it, the DNR has used scientific principles to determine that the Metro area has 255,000 acres of undeveloped land with high ecological significance. (italics mine)  She does this to defend these acres from those who would claim that there is “no habitat” to protect in the metro area.  OK, so far.

The problem is this.  In her genuflection to science and its degrees of high ecological significance she misses the urban forests, the front yards and backyards, the parks and boulevards, even the land most often neglected, the land beneath streets, highways, buildings, houses, railroad tracks and industry.  It is as if these portions either do not exist, or, because they do not meet the definition of high ecological significance that they are somehow less worthy.

Yes, I know she makes this argument for a particular pot of money aimed at vanishing wilderness and  other areas important to science and again, I say, that’s ok as far it goes, but it leaves us with the notion that these other lands, the lands of low ecological significance according to scientific criteria, are less than, underwhelming.

In fact, if the Great Work is to succeed, then we must embrace our weedy backyards and the undeveloped lot, our over-grassed lawns and our worn-out parks.  We must find ways to love them and treasure them as they are all Mother Earth.  In some ways this is a greater calling than struggling over the remaining areas of high ecological significance.  Why?  Because these humble patches of earth are where most of us meet our mother day-to-day.   Because it is often these humble patches of earth that are the most degraded and in need of our care.  Because it is these humble patches of earth, close to the bulk of the population that can be transformed into local food sources and beautiful flower and native plant gardens.

Senator Ellen Anderson’s piece:

“As one of the Senate members of the Lessard Outdoor Heritage Council, I have been impressed by the dedication and hours put in by all of the council’s members in the last few months. We are trying to come up with a good plan to protect, restore and enhance our natural resources, as we promised the voters who approved the Clean Water, Land and Legacy amendment in November.

Many legislators have expressed concern that the preliminary list of proposals is light on metro-area projects, well under 10 percent of the dollars and a very small portion of total acreage. Traditionally, the Legislature values statewide balance: Dollars spent should serve all Minnesotans, not just some. I agree with this principle. But if our primary concern is protecting natural resources and habitat, there are other critical reasons the constitutional legacy funds should not all be spent in greater Minnesota.

I’ve heard many people say there’s “no habitat in the metro area.” Not true. The state Department of Natural Resources used scientific principles to determine that the seven-county metro region still has over 255,000 acres of undeveloped natural land with high ecological significance. This is 15 percent of the region. Sixty-eight percent (174,139 acres) of these remaining natural lands is not permanently protected as regional park, wildlife refuge or natural area, or by other public designation.

To put this amount of land in perspective, one of the projects the council approved (and which I support) is the acquisition, by easement, of 187,000 acres of forestland in the area around the Mississippi River headwaters, for more than $40 million.

Clearly there is land of significant ecological value all around the state, and such land should be protected for future generations. The Statewide Conservation and Preservation plan recognizes that and should guide our decisions with the best science from University of Minnesota experts.”

http://www.startribune.com/opinion/commentary/41234342.html?elr=KArksc8P:Pc:U0ckkD:aEyKUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUU

After the Service

Imbolc            Waning Moon of Winds

To follow up on the morning jitters.  At the end of my American Identity sermon I received an unusual and rare compliment: everyone clapped.  I took time on the way in to center myself and become part of the beautiful day underway.  As I got more centered, I remembered that I had never served and never intended to serve as a parish clergy.

Why?  Because my views occupy one end of a spectrum, the far left edge.  In the Presbyterian community they perceived me as a prophet, so much so that when I left back in 1990, the Presbytery bought a large print of a Jewish prophet and gave it to me in a nice frame.  Oh, yeah.  That was my place.

I recall a 1972 sermon at Brooklyn Center United Methodist Church on July 4th.  After I got done calling the congregation to patriotic resistance to the war, I went back to stand by the door and shake hands.  The congregation split like the Red Sea and went everywhere but where I was.  I’m that guy.

This sermon has a radical message to and it received resistance today, but in a much gentler and more dialogical way than that one 37 years ago.  I’ve learned some and this community of people knows me well, so we can disagree and still remain friends.

As Popeye used to say, I y’am what I y’am.

62 And Still Worried About High School

Imbolc                Waning Wild Moon

Leaving for St. Paul in a few minutes.  Managed to work myself into an anxious state.  Wonderful.

The day itself has glorious possibilities, bright and warming.

What I’m experiencing falls under the category of pre-tramautic stress syndrome; that is, stress caused by anticipation of an unlikely, but possible phenomenon.  Last night I wrote that I gave up wanting more speaking opportunities and that the work is its own reward.  True enough as far it goes, but I also want to be liked and know that my prickly, combative personality does not lend itself to the warm fuzzies of human interaction.  God, here I am, 62 and still worried about high school.

At my best I know and accept the path and the person I have become, but just before a public event, sometimes, like right now, I’m not at my best.  Anyhow, it helps to write it down, say it out loud.  Thanks for listening.

With Apologies to Canada and Mexico

Imbolc            Waning Moon of Winds

I edited and revised American Identity today.  It needed a paragraph indicating what I believe to be similarities between the ante-bellum USA and our current era.  National identity was weak during the ante-bellum period and is weak now.

In ante-bellum America the Unitarians William Ellery Channing and Ralph Waldo Emerson made a strong push for American letters.  On the one hand they wanted a break with the European dominance of American literature, painting and scholarship; but more, they wanted American letters, literature rooted in the American experience, painting using American themes and flowing from the genius of American talent and scholarship trained in the new nation and carried out by American academics.

American identity is weak now for several reasons.  Increasing Mexican immigration has raised a potent challenge to the Anglo-Protestant traditional US culture.  We are now a multiethnic, multiracial society, but our identity has only made tentative steps to say what that means.  We lost a prime enemy in the USSR and now have no one over against whom to identify ourselves.  Since the 1960’s there has been an erosion of trust in the basic institutions of our society:  business, government, the church, education.  Each of these challenges the old ethnic, racial and Anglo-Protestant consensus that underwrote US identity through the 1950’s.

Like the ante-bellum USA this is a time for a new American letters, a new American literature, a new American painting and sculpture and music, a new American poetry and a new American scholarship, one that reflects the multiethnic, multiracial society we have become.

The Little Legislature That Could

Imbolc             Full Moon of Winds

Kate tweaked her neck at work.  Ouch.

The temperature has gone below zero one more time, -4.  I heard on MPR today that the National Weather Service averaged all the highs and lows across the country.  This winter was .5 degree warmer than last year.  Not here in Minnesota, or the Upper Midwest, but highs in the Southwest and West balanced us out.

The little engine that could has begun to huff and puff its way up the halls of the Minnesota Legislature.  There’s a lot of I think I can, I think I can, I know I can, I’ll try going on over there.  Unlike the children’s book however, this is a massive moving body with many interchangeable parts.  I’m pulling for it to get up the hill.  We all  need it to make it.

The cold weather can leave us now.  The proud Minnesotan part of the winter is over; we’ve made our stand, yet another successful one, but now it’s time for a little warm weather.  Coming Saturday I understand.

Dead Batteries, Live Seeds

Imbolc          Full Moon of Winds

The beepers, now deprived of their energy source, sit soundless on the kitchen table where they will remain until I purchase 3 super heavy duty 9 volts to replace their deceased ancestors.  Another distraction brought to you courtesy of the technological revolution.

Kate and I have gone through all the seeds that need to get started now and decided on number of seedlings to start.  They will range from Musselburgh Leeks to chichiquelite Hucklberry.  This afternoon I plant, turn the lights back on and start our 2009 garden.

Do You Experience Beeping Noises From Strange Locations?

Imbolc   Full Moon of Winds

The snow finished sometime last night.  This morning tree branches, shrubs and boulders all have an outline of white.  The sun reflects off the new snow with a bit of glare.  When I blew the driveway this morning, the windchill had a bite and I was glad when I finished.

Today the sky is clear; the temperature sits at zero and we have sunshine, lots of sunshine.  Predictions show 40’s by the weekend so this snow is not long for our driveway.

I did not get the seeds planted yesterday and it took until this morning to track down all the damned beeping.  Turns out we have three battery powered smoke detectors that failed at the same time.  Makes tracking the sound down difficult for a guy with only one good ear.  So, both are on the docket for today.

Listen to the Rhythm

Imbolc            Full Moon of Winds

We’ve had snow all afternoon and into the evening.  Don’t know how much we got, but it’s not the 6-8″ predicted.  Still, the landscape looks nicer.

I’ve got a rhythm going.  Breakfast, write one and a half to two hours, study, lunch, nap, collate research and write, workout, supper, watch some tv, read, come downstairs and do a little more writing.  Sometimes, like Monday, I write all day until I finish a project’s first draft.  This is a good rhythm.  I am productive, creative and learning.

Kate and I have the re-fi bug.  She’s done the research, the hard part of meeting with the mortgage bankers–pawns of the stupid rich.  Now we have to pick a package at an interest rate below 5% and go through the hurdles of appraisals, credit checks, underwriting and closing.  It will help our monthly nut in a big way.

Tomorrow or Thursday I’ll edit American Identity, remembering to add in the impact of national identity (it changes our political behaviors and the policies we support) and perhaps a teaser about geographic components.

A full moon, snow coming down and darkness all round.  And to all a good night.

My Split Apart, My Wife

Imbolc     Waxing Moon of Winds

“Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action.” – Benjamin Disraeli

As the years pass, anniversaries accumulate.  Marriage.  Birthdays.  Time on the job.  Death of a parent, then both parents.  Graduation from high school, college, graduate school.  Children’s important events:  birthdays, college graduations, first jobs, when they moved away from home.  Then, grandchildren begin the cycle again and so life goes, a spiral of similar happenings inhabited by different persons celebrating the same events, only on different days, for different years.

Kate at Mama's Fish HouseAs Kate and I approach our 19th wedding anniversary, March 10, I can say marrying her has affected my life in more important ways than anything since my birth.  Her generosity of heart, of spirit makes a good marriage easy.  She steadies me when I rock under the usual pressures of life, as I do for her.  We have already been with each other in sickness and in health.

The word soulmate gets kicked around a lot, but do you know its origin? The split-apart.  Here’s the citation from Plato.

Here it is in Benjamin Jowett’s translation of Plato’s Symposium.  An excerpt from the middle:

“The sexes were not two as they are now, but originally three in number; there was man, woman, and the union of the two, having a name corresponding to this double nature, which had once a real existence, but is now lost, and the word “Androgynous” is only preserved as a term of reproach. In the second place, the primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, looking opposite ways, set on a round neck and precisely alike; also four ears, two privy members, and the remainder to correspond. He could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast. Now the sexes were three, and such as I have described them; because the sun, moon, and earth are three;-and the man was originally the child of the sun, the woman of the earth, and the man-woman of the moon, which is made up of sun and earth, and they were all round and moved round and round: like their parents. Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods; of them is told the tale of Otys and Ephialtes who, as Homer says, dared to scale heaven, and would have laid hands upon the gods. Doubt reigned in the celestial councils. Should they kill them and annihilate the race with thunderbolts, as they had done the giants, then there would be an end of the sacrifices and worship which men offered to them; but, on the other hand, the gods could not suffer their insolence to be unrestrained.

Mama's Fish House, Feb. 14, 2009At last, after a good deal of reflection, Zeus discovered a way. He said: “Methinks I have a plan which will humble their pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them in two and then they will be diminished in strength and increased in numbers; this will have the advantage of making them more profitable to us. They shall walk upright on two legs, and if they continue insolent and will not be quiet, I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg.” He spoke and cut men in two, like a sorb-apple which is halved for pickling, or as you might divide an egg with a hair; and as he cut them one after another, he bade Apollo give the face and the half of the neck a turn in order that the man might contemplate the section of himself: he would thus learn a lesson of humility. Apollo was also bidden to heal their wounds and compose their forms. So he gave a turn to the face and pulled the skin from the sides all over that which in our language is called the belly, like the purses which draw in, and he made one mouth at the centre, which he fastened in a knot (the same which is called the navel); he also moulded the breast and took out most of the wrinkles, much as a shoemaker might smooth leather upon a last; he left a few, however, in the region of the belly and navel, as a memorial of the primeval state. After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one, they were on the point of dying from hunger and self-neglect, because they did not like to do anything apart; and when one of the halves died and the other survived, the survivor sought another mate, man or woman as we call them, being the sections of entire men or women, and clung to that. They were being destroyed, when Zeus in pity of them invented a new plan: he turned the parts of generation round to the front, for this had not been always their position and they sowed the seed no longer as hitherto like grasshoppers in the ground, but in one another; and after the transposition the male generated in the female in order that by the mutual embraces of man and woman they might breed, and the race might continue; or if man came to man they might be satisfied, and rest, and go their ways to the business of life: so ancient is the desire of one another which is implanted in us, reuniting our original nature, making one of two, and healing the state of man.

Each of us when separated, having one side only, like a flat fish, is but the indenture of a man, and he is always looking for his other half. Men who are a section of that double nature which was once called Androgynous are lovers of women; adulterers are generally of this breed, and also adulterous women who lust after men: the women who are a section of the woman do not care for men, but have female attachments; the female companions are of this sort. But they who are a section of the male follow the male, and while they are young, being slices of the original man, they hang about men and embrace them, and they are themselves the best of boys and youths, because they have the most manly nature…

And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and would not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together; yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover’s intercourse, but of something else which the soul of either evidently desires and cannot tell, and of which she has only a dark and doubtful presentiment. Suppose Hephaestus, with his instruments, to come to the pair who are lying side, by side and to say to them, “What do you people want of one another?” they would be unable to explain. And suppose further, that when he saw their perplexity he said: “Do you desire to be wholly one; always day and night to be in one another’s company? for if this is what you desire, I am ready to melt you into one and let you grow together, so that being two you shall become one, and while you live a common life as if you were a single man, and after your death in the world below still be one departed soul instead of two-I ask whether this is what you lovingly desire, and whether you are satisfied to attain this?”-there is not a man of them who when he heard the proposal would deny or would not acknowledge that this meeting and melting into one another, this becoming one instead of two, was the very expression of his ancient need. And the reason is that human nature was originally one and we were a whole, and the desire and pursuit of the whole is called love. There was a time, I say, when we were one, but now because of the wickedness of mankind God has dispersed us, as the Arcadians were dispersed into villages by the Lacedaemonians.”