Imbolc Waning Wild Moon
Last week Frank and I headed for Blue Cloud Abbey on Thursday. It is now the next Sunday. That’s ten days. It feels as if the time warped around me and a week somehow got lost in the process. Learning how to cope with intermitent vertigo has absorbed a lot of physical and mental energy.
It does not surprise me now, or make do something drastic out of fear; but, it does distract me and drains energy. I imagine that will lessen with experience. At some point, it should recede completely. I’ll be glad.
Our grand-daughter, Ruth, is three. She asks her parents to talk to Minnesota Grandma then refuses to come to the computer. A real 21st century family circus. She’s a cutey, but she has a stubborn streak. Yes, it’s part of being three, but it’s also part of being a Johnson. Trust me on this one.
All this technology has changed our lives in ways subtle and obvious and has done so in a short period of time, less than 20 years: cell phones, personal computers and the internet, applications to link us with loved ones faraway, even overseas. I have a wireless weather station and a programmable treadmill.
Coming to consciousness after a subliminal ten days. Bye for now.
