Saturday

Imbolc                                                                             Valentine Moon

 

Not used to being the slow one, but in our tai chi class, now in its 6th week of 8, I am. It’s ok though. I need repetition and once I get it, I’ll have it, so speed of learning is not so important here as quality over time. Physically co-ordinated things have never been my shining moment.

The weather has been warm and in mid-winter on the eastern slopes that means chinooks. Warm = windy at this time of year. Still learning the weather patterns. It has made for outstanding electricity production. Yesterday’s output is below.

Feb 19 2016

 

saying your gratefuls

Imbolc                                                                                 Valentine Moon

“Every evening, Ralph and I say our Gratefuls: it’s like praying, but less formal. His are simple: Mae Mae, Opa, Grumpy, Papa, The Condo (Kim, he loves your condo, you know that), and Eliza, his best daycare friend even though she stepped on his toe with her little high heels.

Today I did the same thing, because I have been feeling down, and the list was so long it took up many, many pages and I felt that heaviness lift a little bit.”  from a facebook post

In my reimagining faith project I plan a chapter or two on ritual. Without some rituals, some ways of embedding the newly imagined faith in daily life, it will wither, become solely an intellectual enterprise and fail.

This idea of saying your gratefuls, I love it. It will get included.