Mid-Holiseason: Advent

Samain                                                                           Moving Moon

Holiseason now looks back a month to October 31st and still forward to January 6th, Epiphany. Over a month of the season lies ahead. Advent, Hanukkah, Posada, Winter Solstice, Christmas Eve and Christmas. That odd week at the end of the year, then New Year’s: 2015.

2015 will bring not only our first full year in Colorado, but my 50th high school reunion. Remember not being able to imagine how old you’d have to be to have a 50th high school reunion? Now I know.

I’ll go by train, as I have in the past, though this time from the Denver Union Station east not from St. Paul’s Union Depot south. The Denver train is the California Zephyr and runs daily between San Francisco and Chicago. On the Empire Builder the service was pretty good, by Amtrak standards (a low bar, I admit), and I don’t know about the Zephyr. Whatever it is, it beats air travel for me.

The Last Presentation

Samain                                                                                     Moving Moon

A piece on social justice I’ve been writing , a presentation for Groveland U-U on December 14th, has been harder than usual. Usually such presentations form over a period of time, I write them, present them and forget them. This has been my pattern for the 22 years of occasional presentations there.

Two key elements have made this one more difficult. It will be my last, probably my last such presentation anywhere and certainly my last to Groveland. And, it was originally to be reflections of my years of social justice work, mostly in the Twin Cities.

When I tried to do a summing up, a sort of lessons learned, failures and successes as examples, it came out wooden. Too focused on me, too summary, not really coherent. Then, I thought, ah. What is it that creates a need in some of us to work for social justice, to attempt to move the levers of power in such a way that they benefit others?

That one felt too psychologized, too small.

What I ended up writing is no valedictory speech. It’s neither summing up nor 360 205370_10150977727553020_150695969_npsychologizing. It is, rather, about choice, about existentialist living.

It finishes with this:

We’ll end with another instance, perhaps a change that will come into your life as it already has in mine. Grandchildren.

I don’t want to say that grandchildren are at the center of my life because they’re not, though they’re pretty damned important. I do want to say that being with our grandchildren, Ruth and Gabe, 8 and 6, gives me a clear focus on the future, that is, the world in which Ruth and Gabe will grow up, in which they will have children and in which they will grow old.

I know, as you probably do, that it will be a much warmer world and one with more erratic weather and changed food production systems. It will be a world in which the current gap between the 99% and the 1% will get wider. Just taking these two instances, as I look at Ruth and Gabe and, at the same time, at that future, those gazes will inform the political choices I make now. Perhaps that’s true for you, too.