Spring Planting Moon
Got up with the sun this morning, needing to pick up Kona between 7:00 and 7:30 am in Blaine. Having the sun out and being up early both put my mood into high in spite of the significant cash outlay for Kona’s needed care.
Imagine my surprise when I looked at the weather report. 6-8 inches of new snow. Tonight! Then, maybe 70 by the weekend. OMG!
Had Kona over at the vets by 9:40 am where I got the good news that her heart murmur has disappeared and the bad news that her tumor was cancerous. Kate was in the room from Denver, Colorado via Verizon wireless and my Droid phone. We discussed the options with Roger and decided to go ahead, as I wrote below, to have it removed.
Back home. Nap. A long nap since my back, unconvinced by the meds and the rests I’d taken, continued to ouch. A lot. Couldn’t take the best meds because I had to drive out to Stillwater, then into St. Paul and home after that.
Stillwater was the bee pickup. My two pound package of Italian hygienics are now buzzing on top of the dryer in the basement. I sprayed them with sugar water, will do so again before bed, once more in the morning, then again just before I hive them around 6 pm tomorrow. That way they have full tummies when hived and are less likely to go adventuring. Which would serve no good purpose right now anyhow. I had planned to hive them tonight, but the snow. Comes down hard and wet right now.
St. Paul was to see John Desteian, my longtime Jungian analyst, I started to see him in 1986 or ’87 and saw him for a long time after my divorce from Raeone. I’ve seen him off and on over the years, last in 2006.
I want to see what I’m trying to tell myself through my dreams of loss and being lost. As I imagined, we headed in the general direction of faith, though not retrieving a lost faith so much as redefining faith, Reimagining Faith, in light of the pagan, existentialist, flat-earth metaphysics of my current world view.
As always, John asked the good questions. Pointed me, this time, toward an essay by Heidegger called “The Last God” and understanding the essence of the numinous. I’ll have a month to ponder that since my next appointment is on May 23rd. He’s been a useful, valued guide and Jung my chief spiritual adviser. Sounds like that run will continue.
Back home to an oxycodone, spraying the bees with the sugar water, crating the dogs and relaxing. Quite the day. Cancer in the morning, the numinous in the afternoon. A lesson there.
Oh. Had a vicarious feeling of pride when I learned John now runs an international training institute for Jungian analysts based in Zurich, the Mecca and Jerusalem of Jungian thought. Here’s the link.
