Samain                                                                               Closing Moon

One half of my study, all the books and the bookshelves and the art, all packed or stacked. Tomorrow the half closest to my daily work space gets attention. Both Kate and I have a problem now, a similar one. We need to get everything packed up and ready to go. Yes, we do.

But there are elements to our daily lives, her Bernina, the table on which she cuts and layouts out her projects, the ironing board; my computer, the books I use for my Latin, the usb connected accessories that take in the data from my workouts and my sleep that we will want even up to the day we move.

We’ll each have to work that out in our own way. These problems are evidence though of time beginning to grow short. So they are problems of our choosing and ones that show the progress we’ve made.

Samain                                                                              Closing Moon

Spent the morning in a weird activity. Deconstructing my office. For over 15 years the bookshelves, desk, and computer furniture in this space have supported my idiosyncratic path through the world of the mind. Now half of the room is almost bare, shorn of shelves and their supporting structure. A plastic baggie has two inch metal pegs that hold up the shelves. The shelves themselves, in various sizes, and the the wooden posts that contain the holes for the pegs line up now along the back wall, arranged by size.

It feels like I’m eating my own feet, sort of chomping through my own body from the ground up. And it feels just as unsustainable as this implies. What will I do when all the books and shelves and files and papers are in boxes? What will I do when the computer is unplugged and stowed in its own container? Then, I’ll be cut loose from the mechanical and pulpy tools that have been my workaday world.

It might be liberating for a while, but for good? No. Perhaps these will be the first presents I open on Christmas.