Winter Cold Moon
Among several reasons I had for moving north, away from my southern roots, was to avoid sleety, cold rain in January. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the one weather form that has no redeeming qualities. It’s chill, wet and without atmosphere. Drear.
(seasonal round of the Umatilla nation, Oregon)
That’s what we drove home in this afternoon from the Red Stag.We had brunch there after my presentation at Groveland.
Feels like the Reimagining project may finally be gaining some traction. Folks liked the seasonal round and found beginning one illuminating. At the end I was asked if I did classes on my faith journey. No, I said, but then I haven’t been asked.
Made me consider what a class structure would look like for the reimagining work. I’m not anywhere on it right now, but it’s something to put in the reimagining bucket.
Now the sleet has turned to heavy snow, wet and clingy. Much better. Temperature went down a bit.
