Spring (pesach) Bee Hiving Moon
David Roberts, Jews Exodus from Egypt (header)
Daily Archives: April 6, 2012
Narratives With Depth and Power
Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Here is why I think the ironically evangelical atheists have it wrong.
Today is Good Friday (though I’m not clear how it ever got that name), the day Christians commemorate the crucifixion of Jesus, the carpenter from Nazareth. It’s also, this year, the first night of pesach, the night Jews celebrate the angel of death passing over the first born of Jewish households enslaved in Egypt.
No matter the metaphysics you claim, no matter the beliefs you hold, no matter the faith you embrace these are powerful, heart deep and deeper stories. They are narratives you can build a life upon. And millions, hundreds of millions have.
Take a working class man, a man who earns his living with his hands, let’s say a Toyota mechanic. Imagine him struck dumb one night with the power of love. So struck that he leaves the garage behind and goes forth into the countryside and into the cities claiming that before anything else we have to love one another.
Imagine, further, that he gets a following, a few at first, maybe 12, then a few more, Continue reading Narratives With Depth and Power
Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Found this remarkable piece of media at NYT. It uses motion capture and an interview to help us understand what a conductor does.
A Force of Nature
Spring Bee Hiving Moon
In these months, when I go to bed, the full moon shines in our bedroom window. It keeps me awake sometimes, gazing at it, feeling it, absorbing the ancient wisdom it offers. All those prayers and hopes and wishes flung its way over the millennia.
The last two nights the full bee hiving moon has lit up the magnolia. Its white blossoms have begun to droop and fall away but in the glow of the moon its fire blazes up again, a quiet torch illuminating the dark.
It’s cherry blossom time too. One of our cherries blossomed yesterday afternoon,
Kate has been pruning, weeding, clearing away debris as I visited the eye doc, did tours and today worked on Latin. She’s a full gardener now with her own expertise tied to her energy, her wonderful work. She gets a lot done. A lot. And always comes inside with a sense of having left it all in the orchard or the vegetable garden or among the perennials.
Meanwhile I’ve kept glaucoma in check, showed objects related to communication and swept through 14 verses of Metamorphoses, Book III. Work in its way, of course, but I can’t say I prosecute it with the same vigor as Kate. She’s a force of nature, out in nature.
Mickman’s comes on Monday to start up our irrigation system. We need the water to support the veggies that we plant. Especially in this drought. On Wednesday when I went to the eye doc I stopped by Mother Earth Gardens, across from the Riverview Theatre.
We now have four six packs of leeks, one of shallots, one of green onions and pots of rosemary, cilantro and basil. The last couple of years I’ve started these myself, but not this year. They won’t go in the ground until Sunday or Monday, so they can get watered right from the start.
Lots of tasks now: clean the air conditioner, clean out the bee hives, install our new fire pit, cut down a few trees that impinge on other activities. Some of them involve the chainsaw, so I’m happy.