The wine before Adam . . .
Thursday, March 5, 2026. It's Thor's day. cloudy. slight chance for a stray shower or thunderstorm. High near 70F. Easy Southeasterlies. Upper 60s.
Today is the 256th anniversary of the Boston Massacre. The legal case that followed became a famous example of extraordinary fairness and good judgment by the patriot and future politician John Adams.
Gerardus Mercator was born on this day in 1512 Rupelmonde, Flanders (now Belgium). He developed the world mapping technique that we still use today and call the “Mercator projection.”
And, novelist Leslie Marmon Silko is 78 today. A pioneer in the Native American literary movement, she was born in 1948 Albuquerque, New Mexico.
The flap over the Epstein files continues, and clearly will not go away, war or no war. – Heather Cox Richardso posted an update in Letters From An American.
Trump's war is actively destroying the moral basis of civilization. It's our duty to put a stop to it. – Robert Reich, at substack, 3.5.26\\
Blessed are those who, like Hafez,
have tasted in their hearts
the wine made before Adam.
– Hafez, circa 17th C
Knock, knock . . .
Wednesday, March 4, 2026. It's Odin's day . . . Moderate Northerlies and thundershowers are forecasted for TulseyTown, diminishing afternoon. Cool, in the 50's. Slight rain chances through the evening as the breezes ease and turn slowly into Southerlies. Clouds remain.
It’s common knowledge in most indigenous cultures that the fully realized woman is the unshakeable foundation upon which civilization must be built. Being born female is the ultimate honor, beyond anything that male counterparts are capable of achieving. – Nick Polizzi, Wisdom Of The Woman’s Heart, essay at The Sacred Science, 3.3.26.
On this day in 1933, in the midst of the Great Depression, Franklin D. Roosevelt was inaugurated as the 32nd U.S. president. And on the same day immediately after he took office, Frances Perkins was sworn in as his Secretary of Labor. She was the first woman to occupy a cabinet level post.
The War
Trump’s military strikes in Iran have already cost U.S. taxpayers more than $1 billion. — Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
There is no endgame for his war, which may be Trump's undoing. – Robert Reich, at Substack, 3.3.26
The administration appears to have done no "defensive" prep for war. And it's spent a year shifting counterterrorism personnel to domestic immigration enforcement. Iran is notorious for retaliation. And we are vulnerable– Miles Taylor at Defiance News, 3.4.26
Is it intentional?
Knock on Your Own Door
— after Sophie Strand
Duality is recognized but not embraced
by the feminine, rather, celebrating the liminal,
confusing the unintegrated masculine,
landlocked in the absolutes of polarities.
The “inner voice” isn't confined
behind the physical door of the brain-case.
It is a call and response
through the senses
as much in touch
with the flotsam
as the jetsam
of The Way.
– jab
The sacred ordinary . . .
Tuesday, March 3, 2026. It's Tiw's day . . . Southerlies return to TulseyTown this afternoon, bringing upper 70's, increasing clouds, and chances for rain increasing into tomorrow.
Every act of kindness that comes our way is not karmic feedback but a glimpse of grace.
Today is the birthdate of James Merrill. The Pulitzer Prize poet was born in 1926 New York City.
Ira Glass is 67 today. The public radio host of “This American Life” was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1959.
And, Alexander Graham Bell was born on this day in 1847, Edinburgh, Scotland.
Soren at Wisdom2 is keeping track of Ai as it emerges.
The death of boredom may have killed an unanticipated essential.
We have lost our friendship with the sky and the moon and the stars that create the canopy beneath which all of our human relationships and friendships flourish and prosper in mutual awe. David Whyte, “Background, “on Substack. 3.3.26
Those seemingly ordinary moments of wonder in your life, when the line between you and everything blurs, are not throw-away moments. When you are arrested by the sunset, the swell of music, that breeze rustling the leaves, someone’s face or touch – that moment is actually a portal into the sacred nature of reality. – Valarie Kaur