Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Wild Moon<\/p>\n
While eating breakfast this morning a loud noise, like a souped up street cleaner, disturbed my cereal.\u00a0 I asked Kate what it was.\u00a0 She thought it was a souped up street cleaner, or some other machine outside.\u00a0 I got up to look.\u00a0 It was rain.\u00a0 Pouring rain, buckets, pummeling the roof.\u00a0 The old snow will take a beating today.<\/p>\n
Then, another noise.\u00a0 Thunder.\u00a0 An old friend from the warmer seasons.\u00a0 On your marks, get set, grow.<\/p>\n
Kate and I began our 21st year last night at midnight.\u00a0 Another growing season has begun to push its way toward us, too.\u00a0 As we celebrate events this year, birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, the growing season, each one gets punctuated with, When we (do this next), you’ll be retired.\u00a0 This is Kate’s last year at Allina, and she will not be sad to let go.\u00a0 Medicine has changed and not in a good way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Wild Moon While eating breakfast this morning a loud noise, like a souped up street cleaner, disturbed my cereal.\u00a0 I asked Kate what it was.\u00a0 She thought it was a souped up street cleaner, or some other machine outside.\u00a0 I got up to look.\u00a0 It was rain.\u00a0 Pouring rain, buckets, pummeling the roof.\u00a0 … Continue reading Hello Thunder, My Old Friend<\/span>