The Healing

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Woollies tonight.  Warren, Scott, Stefan, Mark and Frank.  We met in Wayzata on the grounds of the old Cenacle Retreat Center, now a treatment center for addiction.  Sheepshead buddy Dick Rice works there.  They have a retreat house that we’ve used from time to time as a meeting place and Warren chose it.

We met with Jonathan Odell, author of The Healing.  Kate read it and told me to read it, but I didn’t get around to it until a couple of weeks ago.  If you’re reading this blog and have any interest at all in the Civil War, post-Civil War south, from the slave and freed persons’ perspective, read this book.  It’s a moving story, told from the perspective of a freed woman and her life both on the plantation and after the war.

It’s a powerful evocation of womanhood and the mystical strength given to women through the act of creation.  It’s an equally powerful evocation of what could never be taken from the slave and what, in this story, certain slaves claim.

Jonathan’s writing process and his story as a writer made me cheer.  It can be done.  Requires stamina and courage.  He’s a strong and amazing person.

Groceries.

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On the asphalt headed toward the grocery store, Festival, this morning.  You can tell it’s fall because the outside of the store sports very large boxes of pumpkins and still tightly gathered mums in pots.  Soon there will be shocks of corn and bales of hay.  Inside caramel coated apples, plain and nut covered, and the first red grapes of the fall.

Monday morning is a slow day at the market.  Two of the grocery guys were out stocking shelve, each apparently a healthy consumer of the store’s products (that’s healthy in the eats a hell of a lot sense), a produce clerk arranged pineapples above the bananas.

A few shoppers, mostly purposeful, no wandering.  Cereal aisle.  Check.  Turkey and sausage.  Check.   Eggs.  Pizza.  Bread.

Going hungry to the grocery store is a sure way to make fat profits for the nice folks at Festival and I was hungry.  I went $40+ over our weekly food budget, but on the bright side, I got a lot of good things to eat.

Then home.  Now, nap.

Finishing.

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Finished Philemon and Baucis this morning.  Now I have to decide where I want to go in the Metamorphoses next.  Not sure I want to start at the beginning just yet. When I do, I want to produce idiomatic English and English as beautiful as I can render it.  I’m not there yet.  Maybe I’ll do the Medea cycle, she’s pretty interesting.  I plan over this next week or two to start some Tacitus, too.  Just to keep myself guessing.

(Medea.  Sandys.)

It feels good to have gotten this far, but there is plenty more of the trail yet ahead.

 

Autumn

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Paul Douglas (local weather doyen) reminds us that meteorological autumn begins September 1st.  I suppose.  Autumn begins for me when we have days like this one.  Low 40’s when I get up.  A chill rain.  Nights growing cooler.  Leaves changing, falling.

(West Wind.  early 1900’s.  Thomson influenced the Canadian Group of Seven though he died before they formed.)

Now that ancientrail begins.  The one where straightening up the house, restocking the larder and then, that final touch, turning the vent system over from summer to winter mark steps of readiness.

Like a denning creature, bear or beaver say, making the place warm and comfortable for the cold months ahead we burrow into our houses.  Ready for when the north wind doth blow.