Beltane Summer Moon
A full summer moon hangs in the June sky giving a lustre of mid-day to the objects below. About a half-mile before the turn onto 153rd Ave. Round Lake reflects this moon, faint ripples on its surface made silver. The rains and the snowfall of this first half-year have filled it up. It’s been a welcome sight on return trips home for twenty years.
Tonight I came back from the monthly sheepshead game at Roy Wolf’s in St. Paul. Luck, lady luck, was with me tonight. A nod to Fortuna and her grace. This group of three ex-Jesuits, one aging peace activist and a former Protestant make an odd group in terms of faith journeys. Two of us have left the formal religious world behind some time ago while three work in it in hopes of reform.
The ostensible thing that keeps us meeting once a month lies in small pieces of pasteboard, some with pictures, some not. We distribute them to each other, try to discern something from the ones given to us and play this German peasant game with its odd rules (queens are high for one thing). The game gets us together, but the relationships keep us coming together to play the game.
