...in the family of things...
Thursday, November 27, 2025. It's Thor's day … Light Easterlies make for a lovely Thanksgiving day for TulseyTown.
Indeed, today is Thanksgiving Day. Why Thursday?
The first Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was held in 1924 New York City.
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever we call it, whoever you are, we need one.
May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness.
May all beings be free from sorrow and the causes of sorrow.
May all beings never be separated from the great happiness that is sorrowless.
May all leave attachment to dear ones and aversion to others and dwell in the equalness of all that lives. – Teaching from The Mahayana often referred to as the “heart-teaching” of Buddha.
Caring for nature: a thank-you from World Wildlife.org.
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven,
All's right with the world!
– Robert Browning, “Pippa's Song,” Pippa Passes.
Wild Geese
… the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting – over and over
announcing your place in the family of things.
– Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese,” in Dream Work, Grove Atlantic,1986.
Here's lookin' at everything . . .
Wednesday, November 26, 2025. It's Odin's day . . . Moderate Northerlies are in the forecasts for TulseyTown, bringing much cooler condtions in the low 50's and cloudy skies.
Every day, I am struck by all the ways in which we are reliving the 1890s.In that era too, consumers organized, using their buying power to affect politics. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.
There's trouble in toy-land. Ai bots hidden in holiday toys.
Cartoonist Charles Schulz (“Charlie Brown/Peanuts”) was born on this day in 1922 St. Paul, Minnesota.
The film Casablanca had its first showing today in 1942.
It's the birth date of Eugène Ionesco, the Romanian-born French dramatist who inspired a revolution in dramatic techniques and helped inaugurate the Theatre of the Absurd, was born in 1909 Slatina, Romania. FYI: Yers Trooley acted in Ionesdo's Rhinocéros, and Becket's Waiting for Godot, as well as directing that one.
Fresh Air – Joyce Vance, in Civil Discourse.
Standing in the Center of Your World
When we talk about mindfulness and awareness, we’re not talking about something stern, a discipline that we impose on ourselves so that we can clean up our act and be better and stand up straighter and smell nicer. It’s more that we practice some sense of loving-kindness toward microphones and bowls and our hands and each other and this room and all the doors we go in and out of. Mindfulness is loving all the details of our lives, and awareness is the natural thing that happens: life begins to open up, and you realize that you’re always standing at the center of the world. – Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom Of No Escape, Shambhala Press, 2018.
Birds: Civilized . . .
Tuesday, November 25, 2025. It's Tiw's day . . . Forecasts indicate moderate Northwesterlies and clouds for TulseyTown . The sun may make an appearance this afternoon along with upper 50's. The season's first lengthy cold spell settles into the area overnight and into tomorrow for at least ten days with overnight freezing temperatures, slight rain chances this coming weekend and maybe a touch of snow by next Monday.
Where have all the birds gone? – Andrew Rothman, Environment America, 9.30.25
Why are the ultra-rich buying up so much of the media? Vanity may play a part, but there’s a more pragmatic — some might say sinister — reason. – Robert Reich, A Toxic Combo, 11.25.25
Asphalt Civilization
A full winter moon howls from the West
from behind the mountain where the sun will rise
fourteen hours from now. A cold night
to be followed tomorrow by clouds and snow.
Deer on the East slope across the valley
stare into the occasional headlights
leaving silver river ribbons burned into retinas
blinded to our asphalt civilization
and my little cabin.
Dawn stills their confusion making it safer,
hour by hour, from those wolves
whose solos and chorales name the howling moon.
They know, the deer know, and after many,
many moons I've come to know the howling is mutual.
The rising and falling a choreographed dance
as ancient as Lascaux’s caves.
– jab