Of stardust are we made . . .

Saturday, November 29, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . Moderate to strong morning Southerlies are forecasted to turn Westerly on their way to Northerlies by mid-day and falling temperatures from the mid 50s around noon to the 40's in the afternoon and into the 30's by evening. A hard freeze in the mid 20's are indicated by tomorrow sunrise.

. . . to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists

of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money,

I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

– Mary Oliver, “Black Oaks,” in West Wind, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1997

If you're not tired of politics . . .

As Trump’s popularity continues to drop, the MAGA coalition shows signs of cracking, and Trump’s mental acuity slips, there is a frantic feel to the administration, as if Trump’s people are trying to grab all they can, while they can. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An Amrican posted last night.

Louisa May Alcott was born on this day in 1832 Germantown, Pennsylvania. And, C.S. Lewis was born in 1898 Belfast, Northern Ireland.

from The Way

Enfolding the ten thousand things,

returning to the infinite eternal

nameless from which it unfolded,

The Way: Always learning/teaching

with life's winds.

North Star, Southern Cross.

The sky is full of metaphor,

as are we.

Walking The Way home.

– jab, The Way.