Daily Archives: December 1, 2013

Family, Travel

The Corn Palace

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Samhain                                                        New (Winter) Moon

Kate’s in Mitchell, sleeping near the Corn Palace.  She’ll make it home tomorrow Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.  It’s been a week since she left and the house has had that not full resonance.  Tonight, knowing she’ll be home tomorrow, it has the she’s just gone for a little while feel.  Slowly taking on its more usual tones as her presence returns, a piece at a time.

It’s been an interesting week since I’ve been without a car and have not left our property for the duration.  The only difference I’ve noticed is that the occasional urge to go somewhere, to the grocery store or a quick trip into Minneapolis, vanished quickly.  As soon as it surfaced.  Otherwise I’ve followed my usual routines.  Missing Kate, of course, but also enjoying the monastic moment.

Tonight will be the last night alone in the bed.

Art and Culture

A Puzzle

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Samhain                                                                 Thanksgiving Moon

Ongoing puzzle.  How do I continue my immersion in the world of art?  Partly, perhaps mainly, the answer is drivetime.  Get in the Rav4 or on the Northstar, go to the Walker and the MIA, the Russian Museum, the occasional gallery.  There are, too, the valuable online resources like the Google Art Project, websites of various museums and tumblr, which exposes me to a lot of art I would never find on my own.

(Sisyphus Titian)

I want depth in my encounter, depth like I had while a docent, depth that came from wandering the museum, listening to lectures, prepping for tours.  The only way to get there, I know, is to spend the time, do the work, but how can I include these in my week to week, month to month life?  Have not got there yet.  And I want to get there.

Family, Travel
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Samhain                                                          Thanksgiving Moon

Kate spent the night in Sundance, Wyoming, near Devil’s Tower.  She remarked on the beauty of Wyoming and I agree.  It’s a beautiful place with very few people, fewer than 575,000, which puts it at 50 of 50 in terms of population.  That’s 5.9 folks per square mile, lower density than 48 others.  Only enormous Alaska has a lower density at 1.3 per square mile.  Beauty does not feed people.  The barren high plains and intermontane areas plus the Rocky Mountains on the western edge make Wyoming inhospitable. Sounds like a perfect place to live.  Except for those Cheney’s and the homophobia.  Laramie’s in Wyoming.