Imbolc Waxing Wild Moon
There and back. To the grocery store. Where, as I wandered the aisles, I got a feeling of wanting to eat a better diet. Again. This is not new. It comes and goes. Sometimes I eat great, other times I just eat. Today I picked up some Cara Cara Navel Oranges. I discovered them last week by accident. Boy are they good. They look sort of like grapefruit (big chunks in the pieces), but taste almost like sweet tangerines.
On the way and back I listened to a lecture on Aristotle. I know, I said I was fed up with this stuff, but, apparently not. Aristotle was hard for me when I studied him back in 1965. He seems clearer to me now, more reachable. His stuff makes more sense, but it isn’t as beautiful as Plato, nor as thought provoking. At least to me.
The US lost to Canada in the gold medal hockey game. Good. When we rack up too many medals in either the summer or winter olympics, I don’t think it does our international reputation any favors. Losing a few big ones, while devastating to the individual athletes, or team in hockey’s case, perhaps, the resulting good will is better for us. Still, I’m proud we did well.
