Recommended: become a leaf . . .

It's the Moon's day . . . moving through an echo of summer's heat into full Fall here in Okieland...

Today in 1949 The Berlin airlift officially ended after the Western Allies powers delivered 2,323,738 tons of food, fuel, machinery, and other supplies to West Berlin, which had been cut off from the West during the Soviet blockade of Berlin.

The approach of the warrior in working with the confused or setting-sun world is like an autumn leaf floating down a river. It doesn't change its color, and it doesn't struggle with the river. It goes along with it. This has a natural effect, because the brook or the river has never carried such an autumn leaf before. The confused world will be uncertain what to do with this leaf. So by simply being there, you make people think twice, automatically. – Chögyam Trungpa

A Netflix to be recommended: Will and Harper. Will Ferrell and Harper Steele (transitioned from Andrew Steele) both long time friends from Saturday Night Live take a mental health road trip across America. Harper’s transgender issues are honestly explored revealing the true nature of unconditional friendship. The documentary is warm hearted, funny, informative, insightful, moving and hopeful. It's got a spot on sound track... and stay tuned during the credits for a perfect Tina Fey cameo. If you need more of a review :

The controversial novelist, short-story writer, and playwright Truman Capote (In Cold Blood, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s) was born on this date in 1924, New Orleans, Louisiana.

And, today in 1928 Nobel Peace Prize laureate Elie Wiesel was born in Sighet, Romania

Wilding II

… poets, as you say, are like the holy disciple of the Wild One

who used to stroll over the fields through the whole

divine night.

– Friedrich Holderlin, “Bread and Wine,” News of the Universe, translated by Robert Bly, Sierra Club Books, 1980.

(Wilding is thankfully prompted by The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart. A Poetry Anthology; by Robert Bly, James Hillman and Michael Meade, editors; Harper Collins, 1992.)

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