Toes for target practice . . .
Thursday, November 20, 2025. It's Thor's day . . . He's hunting for his hammer ahead of possible thunderstorms today. Forecasts for TulseyTown indicate showers for the afternoon and evening with moderate Southerlies and upper 60's.
Let’s revisit the ancient Greeks’ understanding that we are all born with a daimon: a guiding spirit who whispers help and counsel, especially if we stay alert for its assistance. Typically, the messages are subtle, even half-disguised. Our daimons don’t usually shout. Your personal daimon can be extra talkative and forthcoming, but likely quiet. So be vigilant for unexpected support, epiphanies and breakthrough revelations. Pay attention to the book that falls open to a page that has an oracular hint just for you. Take notice of a song that repeats or a sudden urge to change direction on your walk. – from Rob Brezsney, Free Will Astrology, week of November 20.
Birthdays: President Joe Biden is 83 today; It's the 100th anniversary of Robert F. Kennedy — brother of President John Kennedy — RFK was born in 1925 Brookline, Massachusetts; and, astronomer Edwin Hubble was born on this day in 1889 Marshfield, Missouri
In 1971 a ban was finally placed on the use of the popular pesticide DDT. Public knowledge of DDT and its environmental dangers was in large part due to Rachel Carson’s book Silent Spring published 10 years earlier.
The Epstein files are not Trump's only headache this morning. – Heather Cox Richardson in Letters From An American, 11.20.25
Pay no attention to Trump’s personal insults. By now they’re expected features of Trump’s childish responses to criticism. But pay a great deal of attention to his threats to the profits of media corporations. – Robert Reich, The Real Danger to Press Freedom, online, 11.20.25
Mine-Field
“The mob within the heart” – Emily Dickenson
Love, care, anxiety, resentment, tenderness, attachment,
hurt, upset, frustration, bored, restless, lonely,
apprehensive, belligerent, revengent,
calm, peaceful, joyous, compassionate.
Potshots at our own feet the ego takes
in singularly advantageous moments
all the way to all at the same time:
leaving us with no toes
trying to navigate a boat with no rudder
with our feet.
Hands-like-clouds, feet like clouds,
thoughts like clouds.
Who knew?
Good to know.
– jab