The holly before the mistletoe...
It's Tiw's day . . . while Northerlies continue, a warming trend is beginning tomorrow here in TulseyTown for a forecasted ten day run.
There are multiple energy currents surrounding us, dear readers. Too many to enumerate beyond a few examples: the recent election outcomes, fall to winter transition with its rollercoaster weather into the solistice, not to overlook Xmas and a new year. Quite the brew with the positives seeking balance with the negatives. Yang with its instance, Yin with her equinimity. All notwithstanding our own personal stuff. For me it's a Xmas visit from my quantam physics genius son who I've not had but facetime visits for many years, and today's announcement from by grandson that he is getting married … in a zoom ceremony. Ain't technology grand?
Point being: Stress. Insist on a bit of self-care for your own benefit as well as those around you by taking time to settle into presence. Breathe in with the thought “calm,” breathe out with the thought “ease.” 3 reps ought to do it.
Allow for mishaps:
When you find yourself being too naive, something else happens ...You’ve been thinking that the smoothness of things will go on and everything's going to be ok. Suddenly something comes up. There are always reminders taking place. – Chögyam Trungpa, Transforming Confusion Into Wisdom, Shambhala, 2009.
In the mailbox this morning:
The Encyclopædia Britannica was first published in 1768, when it began to appear in Edinburgh, Scotland. It continues in publication today.
It's “Human Rights Day” celebrated around the world, absent a few predictables.
Emily Dickinson was born 190 years ago today in 1830 Amherst, Massachusetts.
Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was first published on this date in 1884.
And, Kenneth Branagh turns 64 today. the rish-born English actor, director, and writer was born in 1960 Belfast, Northern Ireland.
Before the ice is in the pools
Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
– Emily Dickenson, this poem is in the public domain.