Imbolc Waning Wild Moon
Snow fell in the night. Long ago I read a sociologist who thought about winter. He said a good snow fall wipes out boundaries, makes the world seem more connected, more fluid. It makes me wish snow could fall in, say Iraq and Iran, all over, maybe pushing up into Afghanistan and over to the rest of the ‘stans, maybe a vasty storm covering all the world in snow evening the beaches of Florida, Hawaii, Phuket. Then, maybe then, we could all see how much we are one, how much barriers we’ve installed are false. How our lives gather together huddled on this one small rock hurtling through the vacuum of space faster than a speeding bullet. Could happen.
Today I’m off to the museum again to learn about art historical research. I can do it all right of course but I want to learn how to go deeper, dig more into the mountains rich with knowledge.