Bare trees . . .

It's Freya's (Frigg's) day . . . a hard freeze, calm and clear skies: Dawn in TulseyTown.

Today is the birth date of two Alcott's. Amos Bronson Alcott, was born in 1799 Wolcott, Connecticut, his daughter, Louisa May Alcott, was born on the same date in 1832 Germantown, Pennsylvania.

Irish author C.S. Lewis was also born on this date in 1898 Belfast.

Thanksgiving is the quintessential American holiday…but not for the reasons we generally remember. – Heather Cox Richardson, on her blog Letters From An American.

What to do with the messy leftovers of yesterday:

The Buddha We Already Are

Composting your karma means to take the residual, undigested events and habits and digest them. Just as a compost pile needs tending, so does our karma. Rather than feeling hindered by our karma, we can attend to it. The product in our heathy garden compost is humus, the living part of soil. The product of our composted, digested karma is learned lessons. As we learn our lessons, we become more and more aware. We learn to openly question, and we learn to listen. These lessons open us up to our innate compassion and wisdom. We become the Buddha we already are. – Barbara Rhodes, Composting Our Karma, Shambhala, 2024.

The Morning After Thanksgiving

A light North breeze follows yesterday's cold front.

Last leaves are falling.

Winter is settling in

as if an old friend welcomed

to the fireside.

Across the way

light from my neighbor's kitchen

shines through bare trees.

My coffee hot. The cold air

embraces dawn's cloudy twilight.

— jab