Better Now

Spring                                                                 Planting Moon

The healing power of love.

Up this morning, working on cleaning chores, feeling raggedy and run down.  The snow and the cold have become the house guest who does not know when to leave.  Granted the three day rule is too short for seasons, but we know when the time to go has come.  And it has.  Two weeks plus past, I think.

Feeling slow, then Kate called.  She talked about Gabe who taught her how to find Thomas on Youtube on her I-Pad.  And 7 year old Ruth whose favorite color is now blue, no longer purple because purple is too young.  “How much is 10 divided by 100, Grandma?” Ruth asked.  “I don’t know.”  Ruth, “0.10.”  Oh, my.  She cooks, sews, does gymnastics, reads with inflection.  That’s Ruth, not Grandma.  Grandma does not do gymnastics.

Anyhow after talking to Kate my feelings pushed back up to energized.  Amazing what the human voice and a long term relationship can achieve in just a moment.  Thanks, sweetie.

Only I Can

Spring                                                                         Planting Moon

 

A while back I mentioned doing work only I can do.  Part of the third phase thang.  What I meant specifically when I said that was writing Missing and the other Tailte novels, Reimagining Faith and the translation project, Ovid’s Metamorphoses.  (Yes, others may/will translate Ovid, but I’m the only one that can produce my translation, make my choices, add my commentary.)

Why is doing work only I can do important to me?  Mortality.  Coming at me now faster than ever.  Within this phase of my whole life for sure.  Individuation.  It’s taken a long time to get clear about who and what I’m for, what I’m good at and not good at.  Now’s the time to concentrate that learning, deepen it.  Fun.  Doing work I really want to do has a satisfaction level that is intrinsic.  Other satisfactions, reward may come.  Fine.  But not the focus now.  Common sense.  If I won’t do it, who will?

This notion could get gummed up in what kind of work I should do.  I should continue my long political career.  I should continue giving tours at the MIA.  I should work with the disadvantaged in some way.  I should be in the church somehow.  Well, I spent three decades following my values in my work.  And I’m glad I did.  But that kind of work has a tendency to move away from personal strengths and dreams.  Which was ok.  Which was fine.

Not now.  Now the millennials need to storm the barricades, give the sermons, teach the kids about art.  That work needs to go on, must go on in fact, but through the energy of others.

Now I need to concentrate, distill.  Work with the alchemy of the backroom rather than the chemistry of the frontroom.  It’s a different time in my life and one I need to honor.  One way I can honor my third phase is by doing work in it that only I can do.

 

Third Phase

Spring                                                                           Planting Moon

The third phase and its staggering newness, a third phase of life available now to many by virtue of health care, sanitation and public health campaigns.  A phase of life previously available only to the lucky and the strong, as Bette Midler’s the Rose sang of love.  Like love in the Rose though, the third phase is not only for the lucky and the strong, at least not anymore.

Now many, perhaps most, will live 20 years or 30 years beyond what used to be considered their expiration date of 65.  Since this was far from the norm for generations prior to ours, this time remains undiscovered country, at least insofar as it is a country of our life and not a painful preliminary to that Shakespearean, final undiscovered country.

Carl Jung, a long time spiritual adviser and guide, divided life into two phases:

““We cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life’s morning, for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true, will at evening have become a lie.’

What is the difference between these two halves?

Jung believed that middle and old age, like youth, have specific developmental tasks. While the developmental tasks for youth involve turning outward and engaging life, the goal for the mature you is to consolidate your conscious and unconscious parts of yourself. In other words, the primary task in the first half of life is to develop and adapt to your outer world and thus fit into society. You study, find employment, form relationships and move through your life with a social cohort of like minded people. For the second half of your life the task is to adapt to your inner world; that is, to discover who you really are and then create an environment to suit your unique self.”                       from secondhalfsuccess.com

In my scheme I separate out a learning phase and a career/family phase, moving us into what Jung defines only in the third phase.  Yet his understanding of the second half and mine of the third phase mesh pretty well.

Distillation. Condensation. Authenticity. Work only I can do.

 

Inspiration in Winter/Spring

Spring                                                                         Planting Moon

Hmm.  Snow yesterday coated the driveway and the walk.  Then melted.  Last night, snow again, covering the driveway and the walk.  Again.  Still there at 11 am this morning.  Yowzer.

A Star-Tribune editorial cartoon yesterday compared April 2012 and April 2013 with sounds. April 2012 was chirp, chirp.  April 2013 was chip, chip.  Apt.  And funny.  Sort of.

I wrote confidently here about my new ability in Latin translation.  Well, I should have known that was actually the signpost to a new plateau.  A rough day yesterday with Greg.  A lot wrong.  Something of it was just hard, a corrupt line or two of manuscript, other parts it seems I had sleepwalked through.

(Wheel of Time map)

In spite of that set back I’m still going forward to Book I to begin a full translation and to take notes for a commentary.  I’ll just have to go slower and work harder.  The time exists as does the will.

This morning I finished the first book, The Eye of the World, by Robert Jordan, in the Wheel of Time series, twelve books long and unfinished at Jordan’s death at age 58.  It’s an impressive achievement.  It’s reach is broad and his intention runs deep.  I’m not sure about the depth, but I am sure that the world he has imagined and the narrative threads he has uncovered within it are wonderful.

It will serve as an inspiration during the revision of Missing, number three, and for the rest of the novels in the Tailte mythos.

Kate on the Road.

Spring                                                                      Planting Moon

Kate’s in Colorado.  She made it across Nebraska today and stopped for the night in Julesberg.  Her back is fine.  She has a brace and she’s driving.

It was good to hear her well and so far along.  A bumpy start yesterday morning but with the usual Olson determination, there she is.

She even stopped at a pony-express museum along the way.  You go, girl.

(Kate at Running Aces late last summer.)

Imaging World Enough. And Times.

Spring                                                                           Planting Moon

World enough, and time.

Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress

Just realized what an apt summary of fantasy this is.  Fantasy creates new world, one which be enough to engage the reader and engage the reader over time.  Just the author invests a lot of time in the development of a world and narratives set within that world, a reader who bothers to learn the intricacies of this alternative world typically wants more than one story, often many more than one story, set there.

It becomes a kind of contract between writer and reader.  I will spend my time imagining this world and what goes on it and, if you like it enough to learn it, then I agree to write more.  It can have a deadening effect, of course, always working in one fictional space, but so far, in the Tailte mythos, I’ve found it liberating and energizing.  It grows bigger as I write, not smaller.  In fact, I have to find ways to limit it so I can tell bounded stories.

 

Spring                                                                             Planting Moon

Planting moon? Maybe.  That’s only if the snowing stops and the temps rise out of the 40’s.  Ever. More snow last night.

Road Trip Grandma

Spring                                                                     Planting Moon

MNDOT says the roads between here and Iowa are in good condition.  Much better than this morning.  Gertie and Rigel watched, worried as we packed Kate’s rental Nissan.  She got off after lunch out and a nap.

No Quilt Museum this phase of the trip, she’ll drive into Iowa tonight as far as she can, then another day and another day and probably another day.  She may arrive earlier than she planned, but better before the birthday party than after.  Much better.

On the home front I’m headed over to Arbor Lakes in Maple Grove tonight to see a cinema version of a Manet exhibition. I have no idea whether this will be any good. Here’s the details from the e-mail:

Exhibition: Great Art on Screen – series begins this Thursday, April 11

Exhibition is a new series capturing the world’s greatest art exhibitions and screening at a cinema near you.

First in the series, Manet: Portraying Life takes viewers on a 90-minute virtual private tour of the career-encompassing collection of the works of Edouard Manet, currently on exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts with screenings from April 11. Two additional Exhibition events will follow including Munch with screenings from June 27 — a “once-in-a-lifetime” exhibition of the greatest number of Edvard Munch’s works ever, co-hosted by the National Museum and the Munch Museum in Oslo — and Vermeer with screenings from October 10 from the National Gallery, London where audiences will be given a unique perspective on the masterpieces of Johannes Vermeer. Go beyond the gallery to see exclusive behind-the-scenes footage on how an exhibition is created for public view. Hosted by art historian Tim Marlow, featuring special guests.

Oh, Grandma.

Spring                                                                 New (Planting) Moon

Guess what follows Kate’s path of travel to Denver exactly?  In the top image you can see US 35 which heads south into Iowa.  That’s Kate’s trajectory.  After Minnesota, into Iowa and Nebraska, perhaps not so bad.  But getting there today?  Could be very difficult.