Since my return from the east coast, I’ve been immersed in a large web redesign project for my Main Client and working very long hours on it. I get on a roll, just like I do with artwork and the longer I work the faster it goes.
But I get kind of stuck in CodeLand. I even dream about it and often wake up with the solution to a thorny code problem. Seems like everything else fades away and when I look up and realize what I’ve been missing, I get cranky. No artwork, no introspection, no long walks. Just code.
Of course I’ve also been consumed by election news and have been reading too many political blogs and tweets, and religiously watching CNN & MSNBC with a little Fox thrown in for color.
So I’m partially taking today and tomorrow off, since these are High Holy Days. I’m about to start cleaning my house, literally and ritually, then I’ll build a Hallows altar and an Ancestor altar. I’ll get outside for awhile too, during the rain breaks. Or maybe I’ll just go outside while it’s raining and get soaked. A hot shower afterwards will feel great. Craig and I will carve a pumpkin and set it on the doorstep. We’ll be ready for the trick or treaters come nightfall; it will be the first time at this house so we have no idea how many to expect. I’ll miss seeing all the island kids I know coming to the door of Heron House. Then it will be time for a little late night divination and introspection.
Tomorrow night a few friends will gather here to mark the Turning of the Wheel towards Winter. We’ll walk the backyard loop by candlelight, scuffling through downed cedar and maple leaves. We’ll leave offerings at scattered outdoor altars, Stations of the Pentacle. Back inside, we’ll share photos and stories of our beloved dead. Then we’ll spend the rest of evening reading cards and runes for each other, feasting and drumming and weaving tight the threads of community.
But this morning, I am missing my beloved dead. Pop, 1915-2006. Mom, 1917-1984. My son Jake, 1974-1990. My friend Helen, 1948-1994.
Love you all. Miss you all.