Extraordinary heroes . . .

Monday, January 19, 2026. It's the Moon's day . . . and it is a new moon as the earth is hiding the sun's light. One might think the sun is hiding from TulseyTown today as Winter takes hold. Forecasts indicate a cloudy day with moderate to strong Northerlies holding temperatures to near freezing all the long day, with a slight chance for some snow. Milder conditions return tomorrow. Snow is forecast likely for Friday and Saturday.

People are wrong to say that we have no heroes left. Just as they have always been, they are all around us, choosing to do the right thing, no matter what. As a reminder, today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American, 1.19.26..

This week could become an extraordinary moment in American history....Trump seems to be on course to become the first President to direct the use of U.S. military forces against American citizens during peacetime. – Joyce Vance, The Week Ahead, in Civil Discourse, 1.19.26.

Today is the birthdate of Paul Cézanne. Born in 1839, Aix-en-Provence, France, he challenged all the conventional values of painting in the 19th century

Dolly Parton is 80 today. She was born in 1946, Locust Ridge, Tennessee.

Janis Joplin, another singer/songwriter from outside the box, was born on this day in 1943, Port Arthur, Texas, as well, a home town for me for a few years during my teaching years. In her short time, she was often called the original queen of rock and roll.

And, the poet Edgar Allan Poe was born on this day in 1809, Boston, Massachusetts.

A correct view of human nature must be rooted in a recognition of our ongoing relationship with the anima mundi, of how fully our lives are entangled with one another, with the stand of oaks, the night herons, the marginalized, the brokenhearted. – Francis Weller, Notes On Living Through Uncertainty, in The Marginalian.

All My Heroes

All my heroes slain by a culture

they dared occupy as a truly

free person in love with everyone.

My culture demands everything

and everyone fit into a compartment –

a defined box not to be stepped beyond.

Artists, poets, musicians, painters,

seers, prophets calling for justice

from a platform of love

even when sounding like rage

have never been beyond those

with eyes to see, ears to hear.

We can get beyond where we are now

but we cannot prescribe nor predict

what lies beyond the horizon.

We could act from the Truth of Love

with the awareness of the risk implied

by trusting one another.

That day will come. But the price

will be high and we are still arguing

about who will pay the greater share.

The real heroes live now among us

and will not be recognized

until they've left us.

That's how frightened we are

inside the boxes we continue to build

for everyone, including ourselves.

– jab

That said, there will come a light on a clear blue morning.

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