Bad Moon Rising. And Setting.

Lughnasa                                                                    Lughnasa Moon

Had some time over the last couple of weeks where my feelings began to spiral down, that heaviness began to creep into my bones and pointlessness was on the rise. That’s turned around. Could be a chemical bath, new or more neuro-transmitters sloshing in the cranial cavity. Could be diving back into the garden, the Latin, the packing. Could be a bad moon setting.

My energy level has begun to return, too. Might be because of the red meat I haven’t eaten-a mostly ban. Might be because I’ve cut back on dairy. A not as much commitment. Might be halo effect from making those decisions. Who knows? I am, right now any way, in a time when habit changes come more easily, with less undermining from the id or whatever drives me to the bagel late at night.

The older I get the more I believe these changes have a strong chemical component, a driver based not in our past or in our stars, but in our glands. Somehow the internal tides ebb and flow, bathing us in mood altering chemicals of our own creation. Can we influence them, counter them? Yes. Can we eliminate them and enter the happy pink cotton candy land that seems just over the hill of the self-help section? Absolutely not. Life is not easy. Has not not been easy. Will not be easy. But it can be fun, gratifying, exciting and fulfilling.

 

The Way West

Lughnasa                                                                  Lughnasa Moon

More decluttering. Harder than it seems. Each decision means a bit of the past, or at least physical evidence of it, gets dismissed. It can feel harsh. I threw out today all the tours that I had designed while a docent at the MIA. Why? They are based specifically on objects at the MIA and will not be useful in another museum except in a very abstract way, too abstract to support moving them to Colorado. Still. Those tours, with 8-10 items, hours, sometimes days of research and the memories associated with the tours themselves were not just pieces of paper, but parts of my life.

(trails west)

It’s easier to throw out or box up to sell Minnesota focused gardening books and files. They’re related to a geographic particularity and we’ll not be here. The space those took up will have xeriscaping, Rocky Mountain flora, bee-keeping in the mountains books and files.

Now all of the files and books in the garden study, the six bookshelves in the exercise area and the three in the area outside the garden study have been sorted and almost all boxed, appropriately taped, or tossed.

Today’s music was Bob Dylan’s John Wesley Harding. You gotta serve somebody, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord, but you gotta serve somebody. The anti-libertarian ballad.