Parallel predicaments . . .

It's Thor's day . . . the rollercoaster continues in TulseyTown – hot today, cool tomorrow.

Today, playwright Moss Hart (You Can't Take It With You) was born in 1904 New York City.

And, British cum American poet Denise Levertov was born on this date in 1923 Ilford, England.

I'm not very good at praying, but what I experience when I'm writing a poem is close... I feel it in different degrees and not with every poem.

Joyce Vance shares info re: DOJ's active role in the election process now underway. In her Civil Discourse blog.

If it talks like a fascist, walks like a fascist, acts like a fascist … its a fascist. – Heather Cox Richardson, Letters From An American.

It’s hard to know whether to laugh or to cry at the human predicament. Here we are with so much wisdom and tenderness, and—without even knowing it—we cover it over to protect ourselves from insecurity. Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego. – Pema Chödrön

Sojourns in the Parallel World

We live our lives of human passions ...

in and beside a world...parallel to our own

though overlapping. We call it “Nature”; only reluctantly

admitting ourselves to be “Nature” too.

Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,

our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute...

No one discovers just where we’ve been,

when we’re caught up again into our own sphere

(where we must return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)

—but we have changed, a little.

Denise Levertov, “Sojourns in the Parallel World” from Sands of the Well. New Directions,1996.