Winter New (Cold) Moon
Still parsing the change that happened over the last year or so. It may have something to do with Kate’s retirement. Allina and medicine as practiced there made her so unhappy. With that out of her life she’s a different woman. That may have had more effect on me than I imagined. Perhaps relieved in me some of the emotional carrying charge I had as spouse. Not sure. Just speculative.
It may also have been the soul clarifying advance into life past 65; life lived with an existential awareness of death, rather than an abstract one. Thinking about the third phase and its opportunities did lead to understanding what I wanted to do. What only I could do. And the necessity of putting myself behind those efforts as much as I can.
As that picture has become more filled in, I find myself focusing on three things: writing, art, Latin. That’s not to say that the garden, the bees, reimagining faith won’t get any effort from me. They will. But the good time, the time when I work best now belongs to those three. It also means that I’m going to shun picking up any other responsibilities in the near and medium-term future.
And of those three, writing is the focus: completing the Tailte trilogy, reworking the five other novels I’ve written, polishing some short stories and getting further in three novels I’ve got well started but left hanging. If things go well with the Tailte trilogy, I have more books in that world. It’s a rich vein.
Getting older. Getting clearer. Getting more determined. That seems to be the direction.
