Hermes, the Psychopomp

Spring        Waning Seed Moon

As the pace of physical activity picks up, I find my melancholy of a couple of weeks ago beginning to subside.  It triggered a yearning for a return to full time writing and an investigation into agency and its role in my regression, so it gave me a valuable perspective, one I had lost.

James Hillman says we meet the gods in our pathologies.  Hermes has guided me into the psyche of my past and then, Ariadne-like, also led me back to the present.  Now Brigid inspires me–the garden, the writing.  She is my domestic goddess (and not competitive at all with the fleshly one in my Kate).

I’ll light a candle for her at Beltane, not long from now, and dance around an ash, one that grows tall in our vegetable garden.  When the work moves within me and I follow its rhythm, it is Brigid who holds my hand.

A Level Foundation

Spring                 Waning Seed Moon

This morning I leveled a foundation for the bee  hive.  Tomorrow I’ll paint the hive boxes and the base with a light colored latex paint and let them dry.   I also ordered a smoker and a hive tool from Mann Beekeeping Superstore in, of all places, Hackensack.  They should get here by Thursday.

Once I have the hive tool I’ll finish cleaning the frames and the hive-boxes of propolis.  After they’re cleaned up, I’ll assemble the first part of the hive on the foundation.  I need to lay in a supply of white sugar.  At that point I should be ready for the bees which will arrive this coming Saturday.

Will the dogs get too snoopy and get stung?  I hope not, but I think the hand on the hot stove learning curve will apply.  Daughter-in-law Jen has concerns about bees and I can understand that, no one wants to see kids get stung.  My general understanding is that American bee populations are not very aggressive to downright passive.  That is my experience with bees and bumble bees over several years in the garden.  I can work on flowers and plants while bees feed right beside me.  I have had no stings under those conditions.

Wasps, that’s another story.  It’s a good thing wasps don’t make honey.

Humans or Nature?

Spring                    Waning Seed Moon

Yesterday I cleared the corn stalks out of their old bed and loosened the soil where I will plant peas, good legumes that will replenish the nitrogen lost due to the corn.  Oh, and we’ll get peas for the table in the bargain.  I’ve always been impressed with legumes, a class of plants that gather nitrogen in little nodules on their roots.  They used rhizobia, a symbiotic bacteria that pull the nitrogen into the root nodules where they live.

In a recent article, likely by a conservative commentator, I read a grumbling about how the United States bifurcates into those who believe nature is salivific and those who see civilization in a similar vein.  Environmentalists and their (our) ilk clothe themselves in leafy greens when they attack the polluters:  fossil fuel consumers, pcb producers, sulphur mining, chemical based industries and nuclear waste generating power plants.

What they forget is the wonder of electricity, plastics, rapid transit, the movement of goods and services that has created the richest economy in the world.  Environmentalists also stand accused, in this perspective, of creating a false tension between bad humans and good nature.  Humans have a right to live, too, just like the damned spotted owl and snail darter, right?

When looking at arguments with apparently polar positions, I find it useful to search the middle ground, see if there might not be a place either camp has missed.  There is a large middle ground here.  Humans, as animals, are part of the natural order, not apart from it, and as animals our home building and self-sustaining activities are as important to us as are those of any species.  I love humanity, the civilizations we have created and want to see us healthy far into the future.

In this sense the dichotomy is false.  This argument becomes problematic, however, when we examine certain aspects of our self-sustaining activities such as the burning of fossil fuels, the pollution of fresh water with sulfuric acid in hard rock mining and the devastation of eco-systems with pollutants like pcbs and ddt.

Now we loop back to the middle ground.  We are part of, not apart from nature.  When we harm whole eco-systems on the one hand or tamper with climatological mechanics on the other, we not only press the snail darter, the spotted owl and the Galapagos tortoise toward extinction, we press ourselves in that direction, too.  If we create a natural order no longer friendly to human beings, our time on this blue marble will end.  If, in other words, we make the planet too hot, the oceans too high, the fresh water and soils poison, we will no longer have a place to live, literally.

So, on the one hand, I embrace Mozart, Lao-Tze, Shiva, Isaac Newton and the techno-computer industial complex, while on the other hand I recognize my need for clean water, renewable energy and food grown in safe conditions.  Humanity and nature are not either/or choices, but embedded and intimate partners, dependent upon each other for wise use of the resources we have.