Lughnasa New (Harvest) Moon
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.” May Sarton
Let the psyche rest. Wander. What a thought. It hit me hard. A rest, stop pushing. Slow down a bit or, perhaps better, let up a little. Or, maybe, completely. For awhile. Vacate. Contemplate. Meditate. Rotate.
Rest. As the gardening season begins to wind to an end, soil tests next week and the last of the harvesting over the next couple of weeks, at least most of it, after the bulbs get planted, the garlic placed in its new bed and the fertilizer broadcast, the candles all made, then we need to take some time, just Kate and me. Go somewhere, even if for only a weekend. Maybe Lutsen or Grand Marais. A few days.
(Alphonse-Osbert-Les-chants-de-la-nuit)
Instead, I’m starting my Modern Poetry class tomorrow, my Scrivener class on Monday and Modern/Post Modern is only half way done. There’s Loki’s Children to get started and I’ve got an October 4th date with Ovid. Gotta squeeze some time in for letting the psyche rest. Wonder how?
