Samhain 2012

Samhain                                                                 Fallowturn Moon

Summer’s End.  That’s the Celtic name for this holiday, Samhain.  It is the last of the three harvest festivals:  Lughnasa, Mabon or the Fall Equinox, and Samhain.  After today, nearly all the crops are in and the long fallow season begins, a time of careful attention to stores, of storytelling around the fire at night.

Here at Artemis Hives and Gardens we will shut up the bees in their winter wraps in the coming week since there is nothing outside for the bees to eat.  They will have to survive until the first blooms of 2013 on stored honey, certainly that over the winter, though I may feed them again in the early spring.

Too, there are still leeks and carrots in the ground. I’ve still not got round to harvesting and cooking them.  This week for sure.  Once they’re out I’ll apply composted manure where I haven’t so far, then leaves or rotted hay, food for next year’s crops.  I also have a bag of composted manure for the lilies and iris I planted, then leaves on them.  I can lift over 30 pounds now.

The Celts considered tonight a moment when the veil between the worlds thinned.  The dead, the folk of faery, gods and goddesses can cross more easily into this world.  Adventurous mortals might try crossing the other way if they dare.  I learned today that some thought this was a time when inspiration might come from the otherworld, so it is considered a time to keep the heart and mind as open as possible.

(chalice centre)

Samhain is a time to look at your life and ask what needs finishing, wrapping up.  This is a good season for endings.  It is traditionally, in the Celtic faith and Christian adaptation of Celtic ideas, a time to remember the dead.  Tomorrow will be All Souls and begin the two day celebration of Día de los Muertos.  It corresponds to Samhain in its remembrance of the dead, welcoming them home for a visit, though it tends to have a more upbeat note with celebrations and meals served in cemeteries, ofrendas that memorialize a loved ones favorite foods, music, flowers, art. Ofrendas can become very creative and are an ephemeral art form all on their own.

Perhaps this is a year to create an ofrenda for your ancestors.

(wikipedia)

So look at that project that keeps hanging around, never quite finished.  Listen with open mind and heart for inspiration.  Perhaps you, too, have garden tasks yet to finish.  You might also consider those of your family who have died and recall them in some concrete way.

The Fallowturn Moon

Samhain                                                                      Fallowturn Moon

Went out last night with the trash, rolling a plastic container, two really, down our long sloping driveway.  Night time and a dark sky lit well by a full moon, the Fallowturn moon.  Tonight, when the kiddies are out gathering in tribute from each home at which they arrive at least there will be light.  If the skies stay clear.

I’ve been working on Missing this morning, revising, a lot of taking it from third person to first.  Other adjustments, too.  As I go, other ideas come to me, more distanced from it now, trying to read it as a reader, not a writer.

Meat

Fall                                                              Fallowturn Moon

Sat down to supper tonight.  Beef.  Rare.  Kate’s a great hand with the steak. Always gets it right.  As I cut through a piece, the course I’m taking on mythology flashed to mind.  Just before I ate supper, as a happenstance, I listened to a lecture on ritual and religion.  A major part of Greek rituals was sacrifice.

The sacrifice was usually an animal and, though piglets, pigs, chickens, sheep and goats could be offered, the very best was cow, a bull or an ox, the bigger the better.  Last week we learned about Prometheus and his deception of Zeus which involved wrapping thigh bones in glistening fat and offering them to the gods while the humans kept the meat for themselves.  Professor Struck suggested in this case the myth served to justify the odd habit of giving the gods the least of the sacrifice.  Could be.

A more cogent argument this week, from anthropology, about why sacrifice animals at all.  The sacrifice, commanded by the gods, offsets, according to this line of thought, the blood guilt humans experience when killing and eating animals.  This makes sense to me.

Now, we don’t have the ritual context, not even the native american habit of thanking the animal for the gift of their life.  My rationale has always involved anthropology; that is, we humans are built as omnivores and as apex predator we eat at the top of the food chain.  No blood guilt, just animal nature.

Probably no more defensible than the gods made me do it.

Trick or Treat?

Fall                                                                          Fallowturn Moon

Trick or treat?  As Halloween, or Samhain as some of us neo-pagans refer to it, lies just a day ahead, mother nature has once again cranked up the volume.  The world is changing! Folks up and down the eastern seaboard have no power, but plenty of water, wind and tragedy.  Here we sit in the middle of the continent, faraway from these ocean driven weather monsters, hoping that friends and relatives out there are ok.  Definitely trick this year for them.

(CNN picture from Monday as Sandy headed inland.)

We’re no strangers to meteorological danger, but ours tends to come in early spring and summer when the heat powers up tornadoes and derechoes; then again in the winter, when moist Gulf air combines with slumping Arctic cold to create blizzards.  Right now we’re in the low excitement season as far as weather goes.

Look for our annual Celtic new years post tomorrow as the thinning of the veil between this world and the other world makes crossing over easier.

Looking

Fall                                                                      Fallowturn Moon

Glaucoma keeps my eye-docs in spare change since I have to go twice a year to get my nerves photographed (retinal), pressures taken and on one of the appointments play space invaders, a visual field test.  I’m happy to say that this effort, now over 20 years long, has kept this sight robber at bay and I’m grateful for the care.

Also got an intermediate prescription today, for the computer.  Certain things are not as clear as I’d like on the screen and since I spend a lot of time in front of one, seemed like a good plan.

After that I went to the museum, not far from the Phillips Eye Institute where my doc works.  Looking at the Terra Cotta Warrior exhibition again, walking through thinking about tours and touring logistics.  This will be a fun show.  I’ve got a good bit more research to do for I feel fully ready, but I’m gettin’ there.

 

Storm Central

Fall                                                                             Fallowturn Moon

Talked to BJ who lives in the Beacon Hotel at 74th and Broadway.  She says the grocery stores have begun to empty of inventory; mass transit is shutdown; many cabbies have gone to homes in Jersey or the Bouroughs; and, that Lower Manhattan–Wall Street, Battery Park and World Trade Center site for example-has flooded.  “It’s all landfill,” she said.  She also mentioned scaffolding and construction cranes.  “How well are they secured?”

Right now it’s only misty though she plans to head after things get rolling.  She’s a photographer as well as a violinist.

Tonight’s the night from what I read.  Storm surge intensified by full moon high tide.

 

 

Qin Shi Huang Di Extends Reign to Minnesota

Fall                                                                      Fallowturn Moon

Qin Shi Huang Di.  Quite a guy.  As Kate pointed out, starting your tomb when you’re 13, the age Ying Zeng assumed the throne of Qin, is precocious.  He reigned 35 years and as his achievement grew, so did his ambition for his tomb and tomb complex.  All of this he did in spite of a life-long obsession with immortality, since he wanted to be not only the first Qin Shi Huang Di, that is the emperor of Qin, ruling as the sage kings of deep antiquity, but he also wanted to be the last Qin Shi Huang Di.  He wanted to rule forever.

He didn’t.

The last four days I’ve had a barrage of education about the state of Qin; its rise in the Spring and Autumn period; it’s emergence as a dominant state during the Warring States Period; and, its eventual absorption of the other 6 of the warring states to create the first unified Chinese state.

On Thursday Yang Liu gave the continuing education lecture for the exhibition.  On Friday I attended the morning 2 hour + walk through of the show in which Liu went with us from gallery to gallery explaining his intentions and giving us additional background on all the objects.  Yesterday and today was the Qin symposium with, what I learned from some sojourning Chinese students from Princeton, were the world’s authorities on all matters Qin and earlier.

I’m gonna let all that settle over the next couple of days while I work on Latin, my mythology course and revising Missing.  Oh, cooking leeks and using our carrots, too.

 

Fall                                                              Fallowturn Moon

Gertie limped down the hall this morning, e-collar in place and greeted me when I got up.  She’s feeling lots better.

Rock, then Roll

Fall                                                                  Fallowturn Moon

The way it goes.  Life rumbles along, eggs getting bought and eaten, trash taken out, kisses given, strangers greeted.  Then, a day like today rolls around.

Kate took me into the MIA today so I could attend the first of a day symposium on the Qin dynasty and matters related to its art.  Three great lectures in the morning, another after lunch and a couple of so so ones following Jenny So, the after lunch lecturer.

Concepts, objects, new history all shoved in as fast as a willing brain could absorb it.  And I was willing.  Eager, even.  However the bin gets full, develops what miners call an over burden and the mind says, no more, please not now.

So into the car with Kate to head out to France avenue for a memorial service for Regina Schmidt, Bill Schmidt’s wife.  Woollys and sheepshead folks in the same space.  Bill greeting people with his gracious dignity, pictures and videos going as is the new trend.

Then the service with songs and poems and testimony, a wonderful heartfelt poem by Bill.

All the while wrestling with Kate’s news that Gertie had taken a post-op turn for the worse, feverish and limp.  Kate took her to the vet, they cut off the bandage and she’d developed an infection.  Wind, Water, Wound is the post-op mantra for possibilities of infection.

(Bill and I on Big Island in Lake Minnetonka)

She got a second anti-biotic and Kate brought her home.  She thought about calling me and asking if I could find a ride home to Andover.

So we left after the service, got a bulb syringe to encourage her to drink and some fancy wet dogfood.  She’d not eaten nor drunk water.  Both obvious concerns.

When we got home, she ate all the fancy wet food and, after I syringed several tablespoons of water through her teeth, she drank all on her own.  Her eyes are alert though her temp is still high.  We’ll see, but my guess is she’s turning this thing around.

Get Outa Here

Fall                                                              Fallowturn Moon

Oct. 19, 2012

In a move that has many scratching their heads, Minnesota’s Office of Higher Education has banned Coursera — an educational technology startup that provides massive open online courses (MOOC’S) — citing a longstanding state law that prohibits degree-granting institutions from offering instruction in Minnesota without obtaining permission from the office and paying a registration fee. The state claims Coursera was never granted such permission.

(pic.  for the Minnesota Office of Higher Education)

My recent note to the Minnesota Office of Higher Education:

Coursera decision. I’m retired. I live in the far burbs. This education comes to me free of charge over the internet, delivered to my home.

I’m not sure what policy goal this decision served, but it’s the wrong message to send to self-directed learners and to all who want to see online education spread, not be punished.

If this was a diploma mill, good on you, but a free, non-degree granting institution. Got me scratching my head. I’m taking Mythology from Un. of Pa. right now and having a blast.