And none shall sleep . . .
Tuesday, September 22, 2026. It's Tiw's day . . . The Autumnal Equinox arrives this evening at 8 p.m. Central time and around the world. Right on cue, forecasts for GreenCountry call for moderate Northerlies and sunny skies.TulseyTown's afternoon in the low 80's.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. – Joseph Campbell
Americans aren't buying Trump's attack on free speech. – Heather Cox Richardson in Letters From An American.
The media, collectively, has done something right and important. – Robert Reich, Solidarity. 9.21.26
Speaking of media:
The West Wing, a landmark television serial drama premiered on this day in 1999, Written and produced by Aaron Sorkin, the drama offered an extensive portrayal of the U.S. presidency and was broadcast on the National Broadcasting Co., Inc. (NBC), television network from 1999 to 2006. A total of 156 episodes of the program aired on NBC.
In 1994, the first episode of Friends aired on NBC. The show went on to become one of the most popular sitcoms in the U.S.
Today is the 68th birthday of Andrea Bocelli. The singer was born in 1958, Lajatico, near Pisa, Italy.
Funny how a machine keeps time . . .
Monday, September 21, 2026.
It's the Moon's day . . . At 7a.m. back from the mailbox. Official Fall comes tomorrow, while today it comes ahead of schedule. Moderate Northerlies are in the GreenCountry forecasts. A cloudy start to the day, most of the morning in the 70's. By afternoon mid 80's and some sunshine.
Let the laughter come, even if it has not been heard for a very long time, especially if times are hard and the future uncertain. Laughter is as important in adversity as wisdom and courage. – Steven Charleston
The comedian and actor Bill Murray is 66 today. He was born in, 1950, Evanston, Illinois.
J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit was published on this day in 1937.
And, the writer H.G. Wells was born on this day in 1866 Bromley, England. An English novelist, journalist, sociologist, and historian, he pioneered science fiction while writing prolifically in many genres.
The rise of economic populism? – Robert Reich, A Political “Realignment.” posted today.
“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.” ― H. G. Wells
Following fall . . .
Sunday, September 20, 2026. It's truly Sol's day . . . Fall officially begins Tuesday, the Autumnal Equinox … Today's forecasts indicate the transition begins today. TulseyTown and GreenCountry are to spend the day in much cooler conditions of those under the recent heat dome. Most of the day is to be spent in the mid-upper 80's with moderate Southerlies. The weatherfeather indicates a 40% chance for rain afternoon.
Today is the birthday of U.S. Poet Laureat, editor, and literary critic Donald Hall, born in 1928 Hamden, Connecticut.
Muckraking documentarian author Upton Sinclair was born on this day in 1878 Baltimore, Maryland.
Five Years, Today – Robert Reich, Sunday Thought.
Iran says it will not reopen the Strait of Hormuz until President Donald Trump and Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu are removed from power...and Trump is losing “it.” – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
Returning to The Sermon on the Mount. Where can we find a philosophy today that embraces the unconditional, nondiscriminatory love that includes our enemies? Within the “christian” tradition, only the Fransicans truly celebrate it, while others give lip-service. The “interspiritual traditions” as outlined by Fr. Rohr and Mirabi Starr individually and collectively have this same radical love at its core, as does the manifestation of Buddhist contemplation/meditation. Communities help. Solo practitioners are welcome. See you online. — Jus'sayin'
Dreaming of the Autumnal Equinox
–after Rilke and in memory of Thich Nhat Hanh
Sometimes songs seem to come from
the heat of the outside edge of the world.
Inheriting the coming autumn, the memories of poets
and all the Summers where images are gathered
are given back to that eternity. Songsters, poets
painters, sculptors live the enduring feminine alone
bringing suffering along with laughter, as do lovers:
those poets of one brief hour. We who create do so
in the name of the longing unnamable,
searching for the face we had before the one
we see in the mirror contradicting our intentions.
To them we give ourselves; blind, deaf and mute,
unable to supress the best of our things and thoughts
filling tearful eyes as we awake
in stranger's arms.
– jab