A loving indictment . . .

It's Freya's day in full-on Summer Okieland...

If you've noticed, there've been no blog entries the past two days. Colorado cousin Dave has been in town. Great visit, highlighted by a two hour visit to the Bob Dylan Center here in TulseyTown. Highly recommended.

The flow of The Way has revealed criminal indictments for Mr. Trump in the Mar-a-Lago documents fiasco. Arraignment is scheduled for next week in Miami.

Today is the 132nd anniversary of Cole Porter's birth. The Broadway musical composer was born in 1891 Peru, Indiana.

I managed to miss an item in Monday's mailbox: June 5th was the birthday of David Wagoner. The poet and novelist was born in 1926 Massillon, Ohio. Recognized as the leading poet of the Pacific Northwest for more than 30 years, he died in December, 2021 at the age of 95.

Don’t try to work this out too much with your head. Just trust the flow of the most natural, dynamic, and positive energy that’s already flowing through you. It will always feel like Love. – Richard Rohr

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven,
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

– David Wagoner, in Riverbed, Indiana University Press; First Edition (January 1, 1972)