Red sails in the sunset . . .

Thursday, March 27, 2025 It's Thor's day … Red sky this morning in TulseyTown's east horizon. A front moving from the West brings a forecast for rain chances extending into next week. The weatherfeather today also indicates moderate Southerlies and a warm day in the mid 80's.

Red sky at morning, sailors take warnining.

Red sky at night, sailors' delight.

Despite Kennedy and Trump's rhetoric about keeping "our children healthy and strong," the administration's policies serve the opposite goal. It is hard to imagine a more sweeping agenda to make Americans less healthy. – Amanda Marcotte on Salon 3.26.25

What will it take? – Joyce Vance, in Civil Discourse.

Dreaming while awake: Story telling vs. story selling. – Sophie Strand.

If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. That said, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present…gratefully.

Absolutely Rain

Foundations are crumbling.

Around us is much fear, many

terrified of a future for which

there is no language:

Forced to face the consequences of

our habitual denials in the face of absolute

change, our lack of faith, fearful of

an abandoned past,

and the truth of our having lied to ourselves

in the rising impossible need to hold

fast to the dissolution of everything known.

We are strangers in a strange land

insisting on using maps the lines

and names on which have been erased.

Our prayers fall on our own deaf ears.

Drum-beats consistent with those in our chests


strike panic in our hearts. All our gods abandoning us.

Strangers in funny clothes speak of gentle forbearance,

calm endurance of hardship and acceptance of the truth:

The maps have never been the territory.


Grown men – most are men –

little children standing in a thunderstorm

shaking fists at the sky screaming

“It shouldn't be raining.”

While it is absolutely true

that we long to stand on solid ground,

it is also absolutely true that there is

absolutely only one absolute.


If it is raining, absolutely

it should be raining.

Absolutely.

– jab from his someday to be published collection “Prelude to the Afternoon of An Echo.”

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