Back in the books

Imbolc                                Black Mountain Moon (new)

Back into Caesar and the Gallic wars. Better than I expected, worse than I hoped. I’ve not lost the corpus of knowledge I’ve gained working with Greg, but retrieving it and using it is far from facile. I remain a committed classicist in training, so I’ll get back to pre-move skill levels and move beyond them. Lots to read and think about. My goal is to integrate my work in the classics with my work in art history and literature, mostly around the work of Ovid. Just how I’ll do that is not clear. Yet.

It was the same last night at my workout. Sustaining it proved difficult, especially when my fitness tracking watch refused to function. This may seem like an odd problem, but the feed back from the watch: calories burned, average heart rate, maximum heart rate, training load reinforces my work. No reinforcement, less incentive.

Fitness, classics, art history, writing and political work have been my focus for many years now. They will be here, too, along with traveling the West, the mountains, high altitude gardening and bee-keeping. And all of this woven into the fabric of inter-generational family life, the missing component of our life in Minnesota.

 

Snow Falls Twice Here

Imbolc                                                         Black Mountain Moon (New)

With each snow here there are two separate snowfalls. The first happens when the snow begins, floating down to blanket the earth and the trees. The second snowfall may happen soon after, or be delayed by a day or two. When the weather pattern shifts, the winds come. They dislodge the snow gathered on the sloping branches of the lodgepole pine, a white mist of snow fans out from the branch, following the wind and a large clot of snow falls to the ground.

This second snowfall is more gradual and more idiosyncratic than the first. It depends on how much snow stuck to the lodgepole’s branches, which direction the wind comes from, the sun’s melting the snow and obstructions that divert the wind through the trees. It happens in bursts of white, sometimes many in sequence, as if dominoes had toppled over. Sometimes only one branch dislodges its snow.