Minds change in moments . . .

Monday, April 7, 2025. It's the Moon's day … and after a near freezing morning, light breezes bring sunny Spring warmth back to TulseyTown this afternoon.

Say yes to new beginnings. With every thought, in each moment-by-moment instant, we co-create our lives.

[R]ather than something arising once non-conscious matter is configured in a particular way, consciousness might turn out to be an intrinsic property of matter that has existed for as long as the universe. – Maria Popova, The Marginalian, 4.6.25.

I now believe that the other reality we are rightly seeking is not elsewhere or in the future but right in our own hearts and heads! If we put on an entirely different mind, then heaven takes care of itself and, in fact, begins now. – Fr. Richard Rohr, Meditations, The Center for Action and Contemplation.

Birthdays today of creatives who helped change our consciousness . . .

English Romantic poet William Wordsworth was born in 1770 Cockermouth, Cumbria, England.

Sitarist Ravi Shankar was born in 1920 Benares, India.

The jazz singer Billie Holiday was born in 1915 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

And, Francis Ford Coppola turns 86 today. the motion-picture director, writer, and producer was born in 1939, Detroit, Michigan.

Seasons

I am the ground. The ages to me are only seasons. – Rilke

These are the seasons of transformation – from our long horrific history of abuse / to what we cannot yet know. /

And so, we are terrified / and filled with anxiety almost daily wondering, / praying for a quick fix, /

a return to what was our ignorance. / But this will not be a quick season. / Healing cannot be rushed. /

Guided by Gaia, from our rootedness / in the earth to the consciousness of stars, / this is not a superficial process. /

It will be long and demands careful attention / to O'Donohue's advice from his collection / To Bless the Space Between Us:

For The Interim Time:

The more faithfully you can endure here,

the more refined your heart will become

for your arrival in the new dawn.

— John O'Donohue, “For The Interim Time,” in To Bless the Space Between Us, Doubleday, 2008.

— james allen bethel

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