Beltane Planting Moon
So. If the goddess goes out to meet the horned god for a little whoopy in Minnesota tonight, the pair will freeze. And possibly end up under a snow drift. Since their ritual seals the beginning of the growing season, it may not look good for the crops.
Although in our instance the cold weather crops will enjoy this continued blast of chilly air and I imagine the air and the soil will warm up around the usual time for the warm weather crops like tomatoes and green peppers.
Tomorrow we’ll wade into the snow and take off for the North Shore where if the weather maps are right, we might run into a lot of snow near our destination, the Cascade Beach Road area north of Lutsen. The Woolly’s will gather again, diminished in numbers a bit by the absence of gentlemen Jim Johnson who is in Hawai’i, Charlie Haislet who is enroute to the Twin Cities as I write this from Shanghai, I believe and Mark Odegard, who will come up later like Charlie.
These gatherings have moved from heavily structured to loosely structured to almost no structure, the years and the bonds taking care of the programmatic aspects of our time together. Mostly we go to catch up, take each other in in those small ways, off to the side, in casual moments that don’t happen during our twice a month meetings during the rest of the year.
This particular retreat finds two of us fairly new to the third phase and retirement, two of us still on the cusp. It means in some fashion the Woollies will change. How is not clear. Perhaps something will become obvious during the retreat, perhaps not. Part of this third phase journey is the slower pace, the more deliberate decision making, the luxury of time to consider matters with care.
Not sure whether there is wi-fi at the house on Lake Superior, so I don’t know if I’ll be posting over the next few days or not. If not. Till Sunday evening.