Imbolc Waning Cold Moon
Kate and I have gone through Chapter 4 in Wheelock. Onto Chapter 5 with the future and imperfect tenses and their conjugation. Doing this makes me wonder what other layers of knowledge I have tucked away, not called upon, yet ready to return to duty if asked. As Greg, our tutor, said, “You learned this already.” We’ll move out of zone of previous learning, but right now, the auld tongue has come back pretty well.
Got back in the study today for the novel after the nap. We do our sessions with Greg at noon on Thursdays, so we spent this morning on review, then in conversation with him.
The novel has not gone anywhere. It has not gotten longer while I slept or while I was at Blue Cloud Abbey. I read much of what I had written, trying to get back in the groove and that took up my writing time for the afternoon. Tomorrow morning I’ll put fingers to keyboard again.
Buddy Mark has pics from the beach outside Puerta Vallerta. The one below of an Aztec dancer has an interesting rattle.
