The Sun! The Sun!

Imbolc                                        Waning Wild Moon

On these days I often think of Fantasy Island, when Tatto would say, The plane!  The plane!  I want to run outside in the street and yell, The sun!  The sun!  After a long run of dreary weather the sight of the sun climbing higher and higher in the sky bucks us up and makes us eager for the end of winter.  By now we have earned our spring and the joys of the cold and snow have begun to fade when weighed against the possibility of flowers and vegetables and outdoor walks.

Most of us do not come to this place without some regret and I’m among them, a part of me yearning for the depths of winter with its ascetic cold and its spare landscape, but the gardener in me has begun to awaken, thinking of which vegetable to put in which plot, how much, what new flowers might look good.

Another 1,300 words in before Kate and I began to check our work chapter 6 of Wheelock.  She’s improving fast, as I knew she would.  Working together does make a difference, a major positive difference.  And just think how surprised the natives will be when we start using our newly acquired Latin on them.

What’s that?  All dead?  Really?  Whoa, that’s a pity, all this language and no place to speak it.

Sierra Club legcom tonight.  7:00 pm sharp.

An Author New To Me

Imbolc                               Full Wild Moon

An unusual day for me.  Up early, I got downstairs and had my 1,500 words in before 11:30.  I fed the dogs and began reading a short story, Duel, by Heinrich von Kleist, a German writer.  I read a remark about his work, that it was among the best in the German language, probably the best in the 19th century.  The writer of the article compared Kleist to Borges and said though that the author closest to him was Franz Kafka.  OK.  Borges and Kafka are two of my literary gods.  Kleist never wrote anything longer than a novella, didn’t leave much at all, a few short works, some plays and some anecdotes.  Someone collected them in one book.

This guy amazed me, as he would anyone, by the density and length of his sentences; yet also he impresses with their clarity and the fact that each phrase pushes the story further, not only further, but in a direction not predictable from what has gone before.  This story is maybe 12 pages long, but I didn’t get far in it, so mesmerized was I by his language.

Kate brought home lunch.  We ate.  I took a nap that knocked me out of the nuclear moratorium hearing today at the capitol.  I find myself increasingly unwilling to go into town for single events in the afternoon.  I wish it weren’t so, but there it is.

Then I worked on my 1600-1850 tour and this and thatted around until I missed my exercise.  I almost never miss exercise and never when I have the time.  Yet I did tonight.  It felt very transgressive.  Anyhow, I’m done with the night and we’ll start over tomorrow.  One good thing about exercise and me is that I have been at it long enough that missed nights, even missed weeks don’t throw me off.  I get right back up and start again.

Pragmatically Speaking

Imbolc                                     Full Wild Moon

“Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.” – William James

William James helped found and expand the American philosophical tradition of Pragmatism.  This is not a publicly well known school of philosophy, partly because it does not lend itself well to sound bites like dialectical reasoning, theory of forms, Occam’s razor, cogito ergo sum.

His quote teases us toward an important element of pragmatic thought, namely that truth is something we live into or toward rather than an absolute.  In fact, as this quote suggests, we can even change our own truth by changing our minds, our ways of thinking and the directions of our thoughts and in so doing, change our lives.

Pragmatism is a very American philosophical system, relying on the rough and tumble of human interaction with the world to get at what other systems find through deductive logic.  It’s messy and inexact, but it binds itself tightly to the human experience.

Here’s a nice paragraph from the Stanford Dictionary of Philosophy that will give you the flavor of James’ thought.  Pay special attention to the last sentence.

“James’s chapter on “Pragmatism and Humanism” sets out his voluntaristic epistemology. “We carve out everything,” James states, “just as we carve out constellations, to serve our human purposes” (P, 100). Nevertheless, he recognizes “resisting factors in every experience of truth-making” (P, 117), including not only our present sensations or experiences but the whole body of our prior beliefs. James holds neither that we create our truths out of nothing, nor that truth is entirely independent of humanity. He embraces “the humanistic principle: you can’t weed out the human contribution” (P, 122). He also embraces a metaphysics of process in the claim that “for pragmatism [reality] is still in the making,” whereas for “rationalism reality is ready-made and complete from all eternity” (P 123). Pragmatism’s final chapter on “Pragmatism and Religion” follows James’s line in Varieties in attacking “transcendental absolutism” for its unverifiable account of God, and in defending a “pluralistic and moralistic religion” (144)based on human experience. “On pragmatistic principles,” James writes, “if the hypothesis of God works satisfactorily in the widest sense of the word, it is true” (143).”

Full Wild Moon

Imbolc                            Full Wild Moon

Close to the horizon, appearing large and red, the Full Wild Moon lit the sky on my way home from the Vietnamese Restaurant where my Woolly brothers and I broke spring rolls together tonight.

The moon remains one of the under appreciated natural events, in my opinion.  It goes through its phases every 30 days, passing from absent through quarter, half, then full and then disappearing in the reverse order.  It’s presence in our sky affords an opportunity for beauty unsurpassed by mountain range, ocean view, desert and all we have to do is go outside at night and look up.  The moon shows up in spite of city lights and its beauty shifts and changes, giving us an astronomical show free of charge, available to all.

On another note.  The precocious grandchild:  I received this picture, a month in advance of her fourth birthday.  It came in an e-mail in which the subject line was:  All by herself!ruthwrites

I know.  Cute and a genius to boot!

Grandkids are special.  Each and every one.  Precious, too.

I sent them back an e-mail that read:  Great!  Now all she needs is her own checkbook.

49 Degrees!

Imbolc                                 Full Wild Moon

Paul Douglas says we reach 49 for an average high by the end of this month.  Wow.  That will be a dramatic change.

Right now the garden looks as it has since roughly mid-December, snow covered.  Today well defined shadows lead back to a bright sun shining in a clear sky.  The squirrel that took up house-keeping or food storage underneath the snow outside my study window seems to have abandoned his effort.  A rabbit comes by with some regularity to eat our shrubs.  We lost a wonderful, mature mugo pine to rabbits three or four years ago.

Rigel and Vega come back in every day with snow on their muzzles.  These big dogs love plunging into the snow for voles or mice they detect.  Every once in a while, they score.

Business meeting time.  Bye for now.