Hospital Visits

Spring                                                                      Bee Hiving Moon

Hey, Bill. If you’re reading this, I hope you’re doing well. Friend Bill Schmidt has taken a room at Casa Methodist for observation.  Maybe they’ll have dancing nurses.

Bill wasn’t the only person in my life in the hospital tonight.  Granddaughter Ruth missed the stirrup on the teeter-totter and had her foot smashed.  X-rays didn’t show a break, but she did get a boot.

Life is temporary.  Any reminders can put a highlighter over live now.  Even at almost 8. (That’s Ruth, not Bill.)

 

First Full Day Home

Spring                                                                      Bee Hiving Moon

Naps.  Not possible when driving long distances or engaged in workshops all day.  But I had one today.  The first time I’ve felt fully rested in two weeks.  Home is where the nap is.

Realized while waking up that I may not be able to keep bees this year.  I promised 06 27 10_package colonygrandson Gabe last year that I would be at his birthday party.  That happens on April 27th. We’ll leave sometime that week.  Right now the new package arrives April 12th.  That would make hiving and checking the colony 7-10 days later to see that it’s queen right just possible. Even then, leaving them just after I’ve hived them?  Not the best plan.

This would be a good year to skip, too, since we still have almost 70 pounds of honey from last year.  Probably doesn’t make sense this year.

I was unable to keep up my exercise on the road, though I had planned to.  The cold, then inertia.  That means I’m starting back today after a little over two weeks off.  Like the football players, I have to knock some rust off.  Will be good to get back it.  I missed exercise this time.

 

What Is My Life Reaching For?

Spring                                                              Bee Hiving Moon

On the last afternoon of the Intensive Journal Workshop we had an exercise focused on what our life is reaching for.  In the first morning we had defined the current period of our life: in my case the time after Kate’s retirement.  By the last afternoon we had worked ourselves into the next period of our lives.  Since we were newly in this next period, this exercise asked us to feel, below the conscious level, where our lives wanted to go.

Here is my sense of what my life is reaching for in this next period:

1. a bountiful, sustainable nutrient dense harvest of fruit and vegetables.

2. a way to use the Great Wheel website to advance the Great Work through literature, science and political activism.

3. a third phase (third lifetime) writing portfolio with short story writing credits as a floor for selling novels.

4. a schedule for translating and commenting on at least several books of the Metamorphoses

5. still more of a stable, wonderful marriage, regular visits and communication with kids and grandkids and friends.

6. more mutual travel opportunities with Kate.

As I work in the inner movement of my life, I can feel a quieting, a confidence that who I am and what I do is enough-no matter the outcomes.  This feeling has grown stronger since Kate retired and continues to strengthen with time.

In my third lifetime I will be calm, steady, productive.

 

Snow comes down here.  Big fat flakes and plentiful.  After two weeks away at the end of March, there is still snow cover on our entire property.  We have a north facing front and a woods protected back so we sustain snowpack longer than our neighbors.  On the drive in yesterday most of the yards in Andover were snow free.  Not ours.  And now it snows.

Three Lifetimes: What to Do?

Spring                                                               Bee Hiving Moon

The process of reintegration begins now.  These intensive journal workshops mark an end to one period of life and the beginning of another.  That’s by design.  The period I was in when I got to Tucson began when Kate retired, when I left Tucson I had begun a new period, her retirement in the past, and what’s in the present and future is life in the third phase for both of us, together.

BTW:  A big aha on the idea of the third phase which came while listening to a cd by Ira Progoff (Intensive Journal creator) speaking about the process of the journal’s development.  He noted that in society’s not all that long ago, the average lifespan was thirty to forty years.  At some point in that life a death/rebirth ritual would occur and the initiate would emerge an adult member of the society with a particular role to fill.

In contemporary civilization two realities make that clear process difficult, not impossible, but difficult.  The first is the secular nature of society.  We have stripped away the culturally specific religious practices by uprooting ourselves from the context in which those practices had unquestioned authenticity.  So the ritual elements of traditional culture simply has no weight in the modern psyche.

The second reality is the one that directly bears on the third phase.  Progoff notes that with modern life spans an individual might live two or three of the lifetimes available to a member of a traditional society.  Each full lifetime requires a death/rebirth ritual to adjust/reconfigure the image the self carries as its primary identity.  We’ve created two fundamental images for the first two phases:  student and worker/parent.  We have no fundamental image for the third phase, or, in Progoff’s analysis, our third lifetime.

One of the key tasks in the intensive journal workshop itself is to come up with an image for the next phase of your life.  I’m not sure I have it yet, though the Greenman has come to me.

The Celtic triskele (see above) can serve as symbol for this tri-fold life that each of us now is heir to.  The bottom two spirals are the beginning pair:  student and worker/parent. The third life, the third phase, sits atop the first two, growing out of them, but beyond them.