Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”
Cicero
I’m set. The library surrounds me as I write this and the garden is two weeks into its winter slumber. Cicero and I agree about life’s necessities, books and a place to grow food and flowers. Between them they service the body and the mind.
It’s a dull, grey November day. Rain dribbles out of the sky, unwilling to commit. The temperature remains in a warmer trend, 45 today, a trend our weather forecaster says will remain until early December. I hope so since we’re headed out across the plains a week from tomorrow, exposing ourselves to the wind driven weather coming down, with no topographical resistance, from the Arctic.
Finishing up ModPo and getting off the Latin plateau I had inhabited for many weeks has left me in a satisfied Holiseason state of mind. Before them Modern and Post Modern ended and the garden got put to bed, the Samhain bonfire held. So this is a time of endings, as Samhain celebrates, and festival season beginnings. The unusual confluence of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving means the whole last week of November will be celebratory. In December then we can focus on Yule, the Winter Solstice and the pagan side of Christmas.
In the coming weeks I look forward to finishing Missing’s 5th revision and getting it off to the copy editor, learning Dramatic Pro and using it as I develop Loki’s Children while I continue to work in the new “in” the Latin style that Greg pushed me towards. This will also be a time when I consolidate my understanding of the Modern and the Post Modern and do some more writing around that, especially as it changes and informs my Reimagining My Faith project.
Reading poetry more regularly will also be part of the next few weeks, too. I want to continue my immersion in poetry. One of the ModPo teaching assistants, Amaris Cuchanski, said poetry is the leading edge of consciousness and I believe she’s right.
