Spring Wedding Moon
We left under the Maiden moon and returned under the Wedding moon. Appropriate. Like the turning of the Great Wheel, our family now has a new couple entering the Horned God and Maiden phase of their lives. Their love will make the fields fertile and sow a new generation, as happens each year at Mother Earth’s temperate latitudes and as happens in each generation of the human family. As my Wiccan friends say, blessed be.
We transited US customs in San Francisco, bleary eyed and weary from the night time flight across the Pacific from Incheon. Instead of an immigration person saying, Welcome home, we got a lesson in automated passport control, using computers that read your passport and ask the basic re-entry questions related to customs matters. I missed that personal touch.
Travel exacts a price from the economy flyer. I’m not my best person when tired, nor is Kate hers. The Korean Land of the Morning Calm attitude toward life impressed me and I’m trying to incorporate it, but yesterday morning some of the usual backup self slipped through.
We returned home to a driveway cleared by our neighbors, Holly and Eduardo. This was a big deal because of the nearly 4 feet of snow that fell while we were in Asia. Without it we would not have been able to get in our house. This is heavy, wet snow that clogs snow blowers and makes the back go ouch while shoveling it.
Seoah’s mentor gave us a tea set made of clear glass and a small bamboo water table on which to make tea. It made it home intact.
