Mabon and the Samain Moon

Friday gratefuls: Shadow and her love. Joanne in the hospital. Dark Night Skies. Crescent Moons. Orion. Vega. Rigel. Betelgeuse. Andromeda Galaxy. Three laws of robotics. Isaac Asimov. Robert Heinlein. Dune. Ring World. The Mysterious Stranger. Mark Twain. Heart of Darkness. The Shadow Line. Joseph Conrad. The Genius. The Titan. The Financier. Theodore Dreiser.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Paul in prison

Life Kavannah: Wu Wei

Week Kavannah:  Ometz Lev.  Courage of the heart.

Tarot: Paused

One brief shining: When I moved to Wisconsin in 1969 with Judy and Israfel, the angel of music who escaped from our car at a rest stop in Illinois, my heart turned north for over forty years, following my Jack London, Call of the Wild, inspired fantasy of tall pine trees, cold lakes, and brutal winters. I was not disappointed.

 

Friends: This week I had brunch scheduled with Joe Greenberg, but he called to say he wasn’t feeling well. Then breakfast with Marilyn and Irv got canceled due to Marilyn’s need to give grandkid rides. Both rescheduled. Got a text on Wednesday from Joanne: I won’t be able to come Friday. I’m in the hospital and I don’t know for how long. (from Joanne’s daughter-in-law). Still don’t know what happened to Joanne. Life in the olden days. Things happen, plans change, lives get altered in a flash.

A friend of my cousin Diane’s, Randy, says, “I don’t know if I have 20 minutes or 20 years.” Just so.

 

Family: My son’s forty-fourth birthday. Remembering the four pound, four ounce tiny baby in the wicker basket carried by the blue and white garbed nuns off the plane from Kolkata. The bitter cold of that Minnesota midnight and the Angel who towed me home after the orange V.W.’s fuel line froze up.

Those t-ball games later where all the kids, all of them on both sides, who would run toward the ball. Later, at age 6 the Minnesota Twins, whose games we had attended, won the World Series.

When we went to Lake Winnibigoshish, where he caught the Lake record Blue Gill and a golden eagle swooped down at us while we drove back roads to another fishing hole.

The kid who restored the downhill ski racing team at St. Paul Central would later move to Breckenridge for three years after graduating with his double major in Physics and Astrophysics.

Even later he moved to Alabama, then Georgia, Florida, back to Georgia, Korea, Singapore, Hawai’i, and back to Korea. A married man with a sweetheart of a wife.

I had a t-shirt made for both of us that showed the alignment of the planets on December 15th, the day Raeone and I took him home from the airport, beginning his U.S.A adventure. An immigrant now proudly serving his beloved country.

We often say, we parents, how proud we are of our kids. All grown up and out in the world. I am proud of my son, all grown up and out in the world.