Mabon and the Sukkot Moon
Tuesday gratefuls: A cool night. Slept well. Dr. Repine. Alice, from Alaska. Gary. A most excellent workout. Freddie’s steak sandwich as a treat for self care. Glad to get back home after driving to Colorado Eye Associates. Glaucoma. Left eye’s retina thinning. Vikings in London. Again, after all these centuries. AI glasses. Podcasts. Ovid. Homer. Cervantes. Reading the Old Guys.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: retina photography
Kavannah: Savlanut, Patience
One brief shining: Set your chin here, on the left side, you’ll see a green star focus on that, red takes over my visual field as my right eye rests against the lens of the retinal photography machine, which looks like a large kitchen appliance with eyes, stay focused on the star, don’t blink, don’t think, don’t move, flash of red, then to black and Dr. Repine had an actual photograph of my retina, ironic if you think about it, a photograph of the main instrument I use to see the world.
Had my eyes dilated yesterday for the various looking at my lookers that takes place each visit. Narrow angle glaucoma. As a result of which, long ago, Jane West lasered holes in my iris, drains for vitreous fluid so I wouldn’t suddenly go blind. Which narrow angle glaucoma can do to you if not managed. It’s rare. But not to me. Even with the drains the glaucoma doesn’t give up. As I’ve learned about so many bodily processes.
This time my left eye shows signs of more aggressive thinning in the top quadrant of my left eye. We’re fine for now, Dr. Repine. See you in six months. Seeing the ophthalmologist. A deep dive into the world of medical machinery. Retinal photographs. Visual field tests. Eye pressure tests. That machine with the changeable lenses. Magnifying lenses. Most made, it seems to me, in Germany.
Good news: 20/20 in my right eye. 20/25 in the left.
The golden Leaves have begun to turn a darker shade, perhaps ochre on some. Drying out. Blowing off with even the gentle Winds. Already some Tree skeletons, especially the bone colored Aspens. Even the Lodgepoles shed a few Needles. Preparation. Readiness. Plant intelligence. We’re not the only ones. Even all us animals are not the only ones who have senses, read the room and react accordingly. Check out the book, Light-Eaters.
The plaid and flannel season well underway. A while back I decided to make clothing choices easier by choosing flannel plaids for the fallow time. Found myself tending toward lighter weight flannels and plaids even in spring and the cooler part of summer. Lauren calls me the plaid guy.
We respond to changing air temperature, moisture types and amounts. Having spent the last 50 years in the north and/or at 8,800 feet I know how. Love the changes. The adaptions. Blow cheeks, crack Wind. Come Snow and Ice.
Just a moment: Saw the movie Troy three or four days ago. Was in the Trojan War part of Ovid’s Metamorphosis at the time. Ovid changed up Homer. A lot. The movie did, too. Yet both were compelling in their way. Made me take out Emily Wilson’s Iliad and put it under the Metamorphosis. My next read. All part of Herme’s Journey. Infusing the classics even more into my heart. After the Iliad? Don Quixote.