Fall Harvest Moon
Something’s happening here. What it is is not exactly clear. At the end of this gardening year I feel like I’ve finally gotten it. That is, I believe I now understand how to grow fruits and vegetables in quantity and of high food value. As Kate said, moving her hand in a low but upward swoop, “Sometimes the learning curve is long.” And it has been. Over 20+ years. Today though I feel good about my gardening skill.
On the writing front I’ve rounded up several agents to query when Missing comes back from its beta readers and has gone through the copy editing process. I’m deep in the research phase for Loki’s Children, focused right now on the text, Loki in Scandinavian Mythology. No matter how all this turns out in the matter of publication, I’ve let the inner and outer censors go. I don’t know how or why, but I freed them and they left. So now the process is all good. Research. Critique. Feedback. Submission. Writing. All good.
The MOOC’s have retaught me a valuable lesson. When I’m engaged in scholarship, I’m happy, in my element. I hit flow most often while learning. That means the work with Ovid, which begins again on October 4th, is another chunk of the same. Happiness is a warm book.
Last night I had a dream in which a person ridiculed me for not being spontaneous, being disciplined to a fault. It bothered me as I slowly rose to consciousness this morning. Am I so focused on a few things that I’m missing life? Has my willingness to change directions, chart a new path receded? Been suppressed by all this?
No. I don’t think so. But I’m open to other perspectives. To me my life is full, rich. There are friends and family whom I see or communicate with regularly. There is a creative life partnership with Kate here. The dogs alone provide many spontaneous moments because dogs live only in the now. In the past I have initiated change in the world through political action. Now the action is more at home and in the family. Seems just right for the third phase.
