Sigh. (I recommend not reading this. For the record, but grumpy.)

Samain                                                                        Moving Moon

OK. I’d admit to dullness, drug outness. Weary. I knew this week would suck and it has delivered. Not in big ways, but in the small insults that seem to grow. Yesterday A1 sent the A packing team. Solid, jolly, quiet, steady. Today the C team. Or, lower. Noisy, brusque, clomping. They packed the honey and jelly for our potential buyers. They also packed the small horticultural library of Minnesota focused books I’d left behind. And, they packed all of my coats.

Now none of this is really awful, but on top of sleep deprivation, it’s sure annoying. We’ve used up a lot of our introverted reserve getting to today and now that’s gone. Which amplifies everything, I know. We’re still good, still level, but I’m glad this part of the process won’t last much longer.

Tomorrow, loading. Richard said the day will be hectic. Expected. This is all a modest downer, so I’ll quit. More tomorrow, when, hopefull, I’m better rested.

 

At One Ment

Samain                                                                                      Moving Moon

A continuing conversation. Purity of heart. Scott asked Sunday if he could not will one thing was his heart impure? Took me some thought but I realized the answer. No, not impure, divided.

A divided heart is the normal human condition, a heart pulled among family, self, ambition, beauty, money, any of the sundry things which can seem urgent, central to us. Kierkegaard is, of course, holding out an ideal, an instance in which we can bring all of who we are into one focus, on one central value. Kierkegaard saw that one thing as love of God, all else falling short.

Back to the U curve graph I talked about a while back, the one where life satisfaction goes down as we reach mid-career then heads up as we age. I proposed that we get happier because aging imposes limits on us: financial, physical and temporal. Another way to think about it might involve the divided heart. Perhaps as we age, we become (or can become) less divided in our will.

This could relate to my desire to do only those things that only I can do. Once we get clearer on who we are, what our Self is, we become (or, again, can become) more focused. This may be the process of our heart becoming less and less divided.

It may be that the third phase is a whittling down of the divided loyalties at our center, a purging of the now understood to be less critical, less urgent, less central. As that U nears the top of the right hand, it may reflect the heart yearning toward, perhaps achieving unity. It is a consoling idea to me to think that we might be able, near the close of our life, to will one thing, even if for only a short period. We might call it at-one-ment.

 

Santa Richard

Samain                                                                                       Moving Moon

The driver, Richard, is a Latino who lives in West Palm Beach. This latter fact is important because it means he’s eager to put the cold of Minnesota and Colorado behind him. He likes the temperature in the 80’s, a warm ocean and a sunny beach. Great motivation to finish up our job in a timely fashion.Result? He plans to deliver on Sunday.

Makes sense to me. He loads on Wednesday and Thursday, drives Friday and Saturday, shows up on Sunday. Quick for us since we’ll just barely be there ourselves. Tom and I will get in early Saturday morning, Kate sometime that afternoon.

An inventory of items is his responsibility. He checks the list and marks it twice, going into his truck and going into our new place. Just like Santa. And, like Santa, he’s bringing us our stuff during the holidays. Santa Richard.

Doubled Effect

Samain                                                                                         Moving Moon

More packing today. And there is snow, which is better than the ice we had before the thaw. Moving boxes upstairs and into the car for Goodwill.

I’ve noticed, more in recent years, that physical activity which had once been, if not easy, at least doable, taxes me, makes my muscles quiver slightly. Weakness like this has a similar effect to sleeplessness. A doubled effect in this instance. The lowered ability to do work-decline in muscle strength-also affects my sense of maleness. I’m weak, unable to do (fill in the blank), and therefore less of a man. Do I know this is nonsense? Intellectually, yes. Politically, yes. Emotionally? Not so much.

Then, on days like today, when sleep loss (from Monday night) continues, the effects reinforce each other. Not so good. Most affected is my thinking ability. That continues the snowball.

Well. So that happens. BTW: I write this so, if you have similar experiences, you will not feel alone.

Just met the driver. He’s flying from Denver to Peoria for Christmas, after delivering our stuff, then back to Denver for a trip to south Florida. The driver is the guy in the move. He supervises the loading and the unloading as well as driving between here and there.

Goal today: finish the disclosure statement. Better get to it.

 

A Holiseason Miracle

Samain                                                           Moving Moon

On the first day of packing the Woollies gave to me, not a partridge, but themselves. Meeting at the Nicollet Island Inn close by the Mississippi River Tom, Bill, Frank, Stefan, Charlie H., Warren, Bill, and Mark sat around a festive table and shared stories.

Mark spoke of Bobby Tuff, the woodworking sensei who reappeared in his life, bringing life lessons with a table saw and exotic woods. Frank, Warren and Tom had been sick: Warren after Disney World and a cruise, Tom after multiple family holiday dinners and Frank after visiting grandchildren. Stefan has been caring for Lonnie, flew out to LA to spend time with Taylor. Scott saw Heather and Lila. He also recovered territory in his home. Warren wants to do the same in his.

Ode takes off for France in January. Charlie leaves for Bisbee, AZ on Feb. 15th.

Charlie and Ode collaborated on a book of Charlie’s poetry which we each got as presents. Ode gave us the cutting boards made of beautiful woods that he learned to fashion with Bobby.

Tom’s generosity paid for the meal and his heartfelt remarks echoed a slightly teary tone around the table. May old acquaintance not be forgot and always brought to mind.

I will miss these guys. 27 years together. And still discovering new things about each other. A holiseason miracle.

Ray, Jay and Brian

Samain                                                         Moving Moon

Packing day is underway. Ray, Jay and Brian are here, finishing what we started seven months ago. My regular computer, the tower, its monitor, keyboard, mouse and sound system have gone into boxes. We’ll carry those in the cargo van. Too much of my life is on that hard disk to let it go in a moving van.

Now I’m using the Lenovo laptop I bought this year when Microsoft stopped updating Windows XP.

Just to add some interest to the move my treadmill died last week and they scheduled the repair for today. Landice gives a lifetime guarantee on parts. They sent out a whole new digital power control set up. It just bolts in. I have to pay labor. The last time I had a repair the part was $900, but no cost to me.

I was enough sleep deprived to be crabby this morning. I do not do well with too little sleep. It seems to strip away my emotional controls, leaving me like a frayed end. It’s why I’ve spent so much energy trying to figure out how to get enough sleep.

Ta for now.

Packing Day

Samain                                                                                  Moving Moon

Both of us were up early today. That getting ready to go on a trip feeling, multiplied by a factor of a lot.

Today packers will finish up what we didn’t get done or didn’t intend to get done. Tomorrow, too, if necessary.

This is, for me, a difficult stretch. Lots of strangers, lots of activity in the house, details. Unfinished business that has to get done by a deadline. Yikes.

Wow

Samain                                                                                       Moving Moon

The night before the packers come has arrived. Moving week, happening under moving moon, is here.

Now, the planning is over. The long preparation is over. Good-byes have been said.

Wow.

Reflections on Purity of Heart

Samain                                                                                      Moving Moon

Reflections after presenting Purity of Heart.

First, its origin lies as much in H. Richard Niebuhr’s essay, “Radical Monotheism and Western Culture“, as it does in Kierkegaard. Both press forward a key idea, that a center of value is critical to human flourishing, and, both, too, suggest God (Yahweh) as that center of value. With God at the center of a human life, Niebuhr the natural human tendency toward polytheism is checked at its source.

He identifies polytheism as allegiance to multiple values that compete for centrality, e.g. greed, patriotism, race, historical precedence, but that distort the human character if placed in a position like God’s. God, in other word, pushes out the hubris of race-based living, of a life focused on money and success, of a nationalist’s unhumble pride in country, of tradition’s right to determine behavior. With God in the center life focuses on love, justice and compassion, away, in other words, from the cruel lenses other god’s put on us.

Though not the same, Kierkegaard’s purity of heart aims in the same direction, putting God at the center, the relationship with God as the one thing willed, means the individual can live out of their own center rather than a socially determined one.

I think, with Niebuhr and Kierkegaard, that we have to choose with great care that value we put in the center of our lives, that one thing that we will. We can learn from them that certain choices lead to contorted lives that often wreak great harm on the individual and the culture in which they live their lives. Not hard to see the examples. Bernie Madoff. The KKK. The Tea Party. Most bankers and folks who live their lives in pursuit of money. You can add to the list with ease, I’m sure.

Where I part company with Kierkegaard and Niebuhr lies, I think, in the area first of metaphysics. I’m simply not convinced of the existence of God. Many of my friends are comfortable with a spiritual realm beyond or next to or interpenetrating this world, I’m not convinced of its existence either. So to put God or some other God-equivalent at the center of my life just makes no sense to me.

Are there, though, centers of value, the one-willed thing, that can produce eudaimonic lives? I believe there are and furthermore I believe they are multiple, not singular. Let me suggest a few: justice, compassion, love, beauty, art, children, the elderly, the mid-career adult, a healthy eco-system for human beings, even a particular place or people or culture.

Second, to the question of what if we cannot will one thing? What if we cannot have a single center of value? I believe these conditions are the norm and that the willing of one thing, for instance, is the exception. We can still hold ourselves to the goal of a single center of value, of willing one thing. Does that mean we’re bad if we don’t achieve it?

Of course not. It probably does mean though that there is an aspect of your flourishing that goes wanting because your energy and attention is diverted in multiple directions. Note that this is true even if all the multiple directions are the kind of focii referred to above.