And so the sun sets . . .
Thursday, January 1, 2026. It's Thor's day . . . and a New Year has begun. Light and variable Southerlies are in the forecasts, bringing a cloudy day to TulseyTown with mild mid 60's afternoon.
As this year turns, may we trust that something wise is moving us forward, even when we cannot yet see the path.
We can never really be lost, no matter how far we wander.
The author of Catcher In The Rye, J. D. Salinger was born on this day in 1919 in New York City.
And, today is the birth date of English author E. M. Forster. The author of Room With A View, and Howard's End was born in 1879 London.
And so, the sun sets . . . Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American. 12.31.25
Start Close In
Start close in,
don't take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don't want to take.
[...]
– David Whyte, “Start Close In,” Essentials, 2020
What Have I Learned
I have learned
that fences are for climbing to see
if the grass really is greener on the other side;
[…]
I have learned
that fences are for climbing to see
if the grass really is greener on the other side;
[…]
And I’m glad I was not told
any of these things
else I would not have grown as tall
nor stretched as far.
[…]
– Catherine Garland, “Learning Life,” in Grateful Living, 1.1.26
A naked face for the new year . . .
Wednesday, December 31, 2025. It's Odin's day … light, variable Westerlies bring warmer conditions to TulseyTown this afternoon. Sunny skies and mid 60's are indicated in the forecasts. It's New Year's Eve and some people will be wearing another mask for fun tonight.
[T]here is a reason we move through the world masked — there is nothing more vulnerable than the naked face of the soul. Emerson knew this: “There is no terror like that of being known,” he wrote as he was falling in love with his friend Margaret Fuller and resisting it. – – Maria Popova, “When Friends Become Lovers: H.G.Wells,” in The Marginalian, 12.28.25
The first ball was dropped at Times Square in New York City to celebrate New Year's Eve on this day in 1907.
Some significant navigators of The Way were born yesterday.
Canadian novelist Douglas Coupland turned 64. The prolific author who coined the term “Generation X” was born on a military base in 1961 Baden-Solingen, Germany; Patti Smith turned 79 yesterday. The singer, songwriter, poet, painter, author, photographer and member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was born in 1946, Chicago, Illinois; Tiger Woods is now 50. He was on yesterday's date in 1975, Cypress, California; and LeBron James was born in 1984, Akron, Ohio;
Birthdays today include Henri Matisse, the artist often regarded as the most important French painter of the 20th century, was born in 1869 Le Cateau, Picardy, France; and George C. Marshall, the U.S. Army chief of staff during World War II (1939–45), U.S secretary of state (1947–49) and of defense (1950–51), architect of the Marshall Plan for European recovery, and recipient of the Nobel Prize for Peace in 1953, was born in 1880 Uniontown, Pennsylvania.
Sophie's “Sensorial Portraiture” for her 2025. – Sophie Strand, in Make Me Good Soil, 12.31.25
Patti Smith envisions a peaceable kingdom.
Is money your soft $pot?
Monday, December 29, 2025. It's the Moon's day . . . Strong, cold Northwesterlies are in the forecasts for TulseyTown with upper 30's and sunny skies. The winds are to diminish to easy variables in the evening.
Each of us has this soft spot: a capacity for love and tenderness. But if we don’t encourage it, we can get pretty stubborn about remaining sour. – Pema Chödrön
It is never too late to change the future. What we can learn from today's anniversary of the Massacre at Wounded Knee. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
The week ahead. – Joyce Vance, in today's Civil Discourse.
Five ways to make a billion dollars. None of it is in the “free market.” – Robert Reich, online, 12.29.25
Dream
In the dream, I am living in some indeterminate
time delineated only by the late atmosphere
of the sky at dusk
[…]
when I look over my shoulder and smile, you are there
[...]
– David Whyte, “Dream,” in The Bell and The Blackbird, Many Rivers Press, 2018.