A Hole in the Heart

Imbolc                                                                           Settling Moon II

Mike just finished loading up all the boxes we’ve emptied so far, a pile three feet high plus three large boxes filled with collapsed book boxes. They’re headed off right now to Mountain Waste. He also carried my 50 inch plasma up the stairs. Carried it. I couldn’t even lift it. This guy is strong.

He typifies a core problem with our republic. Mike makes his living doing a variety of things that require physical strength and manual skills: fence building, hauling out appliances, and general hauling. Plus odd jobs. It’s hard to earn enough to live that way. But there are many people who love physical labor and find the idea of working inside abhorrent.

When asked how things were going, Mike told me. His 14 year old daughter has problems, not unusual, but difficult. He also had a stress test, which found an abnormality. An angiogram confirmed the abnormality but showed he didn’t need a stent. He’s had to change his whole diet. Tough to do, as most of us know.

Here’s the problem though. What does a guy who prefers physical labor do if unable to continue? A hard reorientation in mid-life if it becomes necessary. Also, hearts are expensive organs to manage.

We really have few places in our new, brave world for guys like Mike. Logarithmically reinforce that if you’re a black or Latino male or disabled. This hole in our economy may enlarge to become a hole in our collective heart since it will not go away.

 

Solar Snow Plowing

Imbolc                                                                             Settling Moon II

Snow today. Varied forecasts, but temperatures in the high 50’s and possible 60’s the next three days. Solar snow plowing is a very non-Minnesota experience, except perhaps in late March. Makes the work pretty simple. Snow falls. Pull up blinds. Watch snow melt.

There are now large expanses of empty space up here in the loft, journals and novel material are together, standing next to the DVD’s. Filing begins today. A lot of work still ahead, but I don’t have that surrounded by chaos sense I had up until yesterday.

A working space has begun to take shape, a sort of Greek gymnasium where I can work out, study and write. The rubber mats shipped yesterday, somewhat ahead of schedule. Mike (the Fence Guy) comes today to remove our cardboard and move a couple of things for us, one of them being the TV up here to the loft.

 

 

Imbolc                                                                                                   Settling Moon II

All the boxes with journals and all the boxes with novel notes and manuscripts have been consolidated. Boxes with material that might go into the horizontal file are consolidated, too.  From this point I’ll need some new storage options before I can do much more. Built in bookshelves and cabinet space will work, but they’ll take awhile to get in place.

 

A Library of Clumps

Imbolc                                                                              Settling Moon II

All books finally living with their friends. At least according to my understanding. This is not the neat, organized shelving I anticipate as the final leg of the library’s journey, rather this is broad clumping and literally stacking of books of related content. My classical/ancient history/mythology bookshelf filled up quickly, has books on top of it stacked and in front, maybe 8 stacks two feet high plus a couple of outliers around the corner. American Studies section is the same, ditto science/environment/emergence. The art books I gave enough space so they’re not as crowded though equally numerous.

This afternoon I’ll start figuring out what to do with the banker’s boxes, the plastic bins filled with files and the boxes containing my journals since the mid-1970’s. Once some filing is done and these boxes have a temporary, but organized home, I will unpack the art. That will take time and creativity, the latter in finding temporary places for it.

At that point I’ll be ready to get back to my Latin, writing, art and to begin hiking in the Arapaho National Forest. I’ll probably get there this month. Faster than I anticipated.

Finishing One Step, Moving to the Next

Imbolc                                                                                       Settling Moon II

Up in the loft again after feeding the dogs this morning. A bright, Raphael-esque pink paints the clouds I can see between the lodgepole pines.

Yesterday I came very close to getting all my books stacked by rough category and I will finish today: American studies, emergence/Lake Superior/climate change/science/, art, philosophy, war, aging, weather, bees, classics/mythology/ancient history, poetry/spirituality/religion/renaissance, literature, Asia, Latin America.

Once done with that task I can move on to filing. That will involve moving some files out of banker’s boxes and into my horizontal file.  Many of my files, including all my novel manuscripts and research, will stay in boxes. A convenient place for them will to be created.

The congestion has decreased considerably and will decrease a lot more after the filing is done.

My two large rubber mats for the gym area won’t arrive until mid-month, but when they do that will allow me to finish off the workout area. At some point Jon will get started on the built-ins. This whole process will take a good bit of time, but the end result will be wonderful.

 

A Few Things.

Winter                                                                        Settling Moon II

Again, snow. Then, warm. John Dowling, an insurance consultant, told us that Coloradans rarely see snow on snow on the roads. That explained much of the daft driving we encountered in the weeks just after we got here. Looked like normal Minnesota conditions to us.

We’ve got an event planned for Valentine’s Day. Appetizers and wine, family and neighbors, folks who helped us get here. Including, of all people, our mortgage consultant. She was terrific. That doesn’t mean everything’s where we want it, but it does mean that we’re feeling at home here on Shadow Mountain.

The cardboard goes away on Wednesday and some boxes get moved up and down. A plumber comes on Thursday to inspect our boiler and gas heaters. We’ve located a primary care doc and have appointments for later in the month.07 10 10_aha

Two showings of the Andover property so far and a realtor’s coffee tomorrow. That property is the last piece of the moving to Colorado puzzle. May it sell soon.

This is a current resident of the woods in Andover. We’ve left Minnesota but she hasn’t.

Take Me Home

Winter                                                                                 Settling Moon II

Kate and I went into Denver to the Curious Theater for a production of Charles Ives Take Me Home by Jessica Dickey. Ives has long been one of my favorite composers and I had a chance to hear his music often when I attended St. Paul Chamber Orchestra concerts.

This is a play for three actors, staged on a minimal set with almost no props. The theater is an old church sanctuary so almost every seat is close to the stage. We had seats in the first row of the balcony.

The play had several memorable moments including one evocation of the aftermath of a father’s death. You realize then, Charles Ives says, that there is no one between you and the top of the sky. At another point near the end a second male character, a devotee of Ives and a violin player, suffers a heart attack. Ives tells him that there is nothing to worry about, he’s dying. Just play through it. This actor, a violinist who plays frequently during the drama, does just that, playing as he dies. Poignant.

Another memorable moment came when the violinist’s daughter, a basketball coach (source of much friction between art loving father and sports loving daughter), speaks to the young girls of her first team in their first game. If you want to succeed, to do your best, you have to dive for the ball. Dive recklessly. You have to play the game unreasonably.

This was a professionally handled piece from beginning to end and made me feel good about the Denver arts scene. Also, the theater was full and it was Superbowl Sunday. We were there for the 2 pm matinee.

 

Imbolc 2015

Imbolc                                                                          Settling Moon II

Our first full day on Shadow Mountain was the Winter Solstice on December 21st. Now the earth has moved further along its orbit, the Great Wheel come round to Imbolc. Longtime readers of Ancientrails will know that Imbolc=in the belly, a phrase focused on the quickening of ewes around this time and the reintroduction of milk to the Celtic diet. The fallow season, begun on Samhain, October 31st, continues for another six weeks, but the pregnancy of the sheep is a clear and visible sign of the coming spring.

Imbolc also celebrates the triple-goddess Bridgit, who rules the hearth, the smithy and poetry. It is, therefore, a fire festival-the domestic fire, the craftsperson’s fire and the fire of creative inspiration. At Kildare 19 nuns kept a perpetual flame going in honor of St. Brigid, the Roman Catholic appropriation of the Celtic goddess. The assumption is that the 19 nuns continued a practice already in existence, women of the Auld Faith maintaining a perpetual flame for the goddess.

Though in Ireland Imbolc would come as temperatures were in the 40’s and rising (fahrenheit), here in the continental mid-latitudes it often comes in the coldest part of winter. We had about 6 inches of new powder here in Conifer last night and the temperature was 9 degrees, for example.

The message of Imbolc has two basic levels. The pregnant ewe represents earth’s fertility, the natural world’s ongoing creative force. Imbolc sends a declaration that the natural world will not be denied, not by cold nor by a time of barrenness.

In the same way Bridgit’s domains: hearth, smithy and poetry underwrite the human aspect of this natural creative impulse. In our homes we have and raise children, feeding them from the fire of our hearths and hearts. In our work we use the fire of our crafts to adapt to and be part of the natural order. (Yes, we can also use the fire of our crafts to burn fossil fuels, clear cut forests and poison the oceans. But this is not the way we celebrate on Imbolc.) Finally, we can use the fire in our souls to bring poetry, song, painting, literature into the world, manifestations of the human that delight us all.

Imbolc then is a time for considering garden and agricultural plans, planning how you might co-operate with the earth’s creativity. It is, too, a time for considering the new at home, at work and in your own poetry, your own music, your own art. This Imbolc is a time for finding those small seeds that will grow, over the coming growing season, into something substantial.