The sound of sunrise . . .
Saturday, June 21, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . The Summer Solstice is full on us today with longest day of the year. Moderate to strong Southerlies bring sunny skies to TulseyTown with extremely high U/V indices, although somewhat cooler. Real temperatures this afternoon in the low 90's. Heat indices are forecasted in the upper 90's.
Joy is the happiness that doesn’t depend on what happens. – Br. David Steindl-Rast
There are an overwhelming number of significant developments taking place simultaneously right now...In spans like this, the urge to tune out, to become desensitized, to accept apathy becomes increasingly compelling. This maneuver is part of the authoritarian playbook. – Joyce Vance, The Democracy Index.
Today is the birthdate of French philosopher, novelist, and playwright Jean-Paul Sartre. The champion of existentialism was born in 1905 Paris.
And William, prince of Wales turns 47 today. The heir apparent to the British throne was born in 1982, Paddington,London, England.
American men are in crisis: The landscape of jobs in the US has radically altered the configuration of who does what and for what benefit. – Allison J Pugh, “Men at Work” at Aeon.
Some of our most progressive doctors don't address diet, gut health or mitochondrial health. That's because their “allopathic” education has largely ignored these variables. The science of longevity has given rise to a more “functional” approach to medicine. You can get a glimpse of the evolution and state of the present art in this conversation with Dr. Mark Hyman and the godfather of Functional Medicine, Dr. Jeffrey Bland.
The Sound of Sunrise
“I paint with my qualities and faults” – van Gogh by Julian Schnabel.
There are no faults in creation.
Perfection is the name for Existence.
An attempt to create meaning
when meaning has already been created,
ourselves we separate
from the very joy we seek.
The reason for a flower?
An epic poem of book length likely
becomes incomprehensible.
Better a painter to her canvas, hearing
at sunrise the single note sounded
from the monk's gong from across the mountain lake.
– jab