Beltane New Garlic Moon
Whew. Over to Riverfalls (east into Wisconsin, about an hour) for Warren’s father’s funeral. Then, in rush hour, out to St. Louis Park for the Woolly meeting this month at the Woodfire Grill. (west of the Cities) So much driving.
Funerals. The wedding equivalent of our age range. We meet friends there, catch up, honor the family and the final journey. Then we go home, secretly glad we were attending another funeral, not being featured.
Though. We agreed tonight, Mark, Scott, Bill, Frank and myself, that what we learn from Moon’s recent death, Warren’s father and mother, Sheryl’s father and mother, Bill and Regina’s confrontation with cancer, is how to die. It is the end of this phase of life as surely as a degree ended the first phase, career and family the second.
It is this that changed at our retreat two weeks ago. We acknowledge and are ready to learn how to die. And how to live until we do. It is a joy and a true blessing to have men ready to walk down this ancientrail together. And to be one of them.
