Chasing the extraordinary . . .
Tuesday, June 24, 2025. It's Tiw's day . . . Moderate Southerlies are forecasted to bring a few clouds to TulseyTown today. Still hot this afternoon.
“Joy comes to us in moments—ordinary moments. We risk missing out on joy when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary.” ~Brené Brown
I find people are either deeply engaged in the news these days and stay totally tuned in, or they are totally tuned out. – Maria Shriver, “Peace Begins With You” The Sunday Paper.
If you're one of those who are engaged, here's the latest from Joyce Vance's Civil Discourse.
The first widely reported UFO sighting in the U.S. occurred today in 1947 over the Cascade mountains of Washington state.
The Puritans were the first to record strange shining lights in American skies.
Extraordinarily Ordinary
Seemingly adrift in The Watercourse Way,
each and all, the ordinary and extraordinary:
infused with mysteries. We are ordinary mystics.
What distinguishes us is awareness amid
encounters with moments, with epiphanies,
in silence, a song, a line in a poem, or conversation.
Such moments are not confined by the dramas of relationships,
rituals, nor the majesty of nature and its vistas. Once experienced,
we are changed—expanded.
Recall: the first moment you were actually
riding that bike, when the kite actually flew,
surviving the fall, waking after the operation.
The view of the world through the lenses of
your first eyeglasses, the first time you thought
“this must be love,” the first time your heart
was broken – and the second; then there's
witnessing the birth or first step of a child,
the rising of the Harvest Moon
and it's blood-red eclipse, the Aurora Borealis;
a caring –even “accidental” – touch.
These differences collapse
into singular, undifferentiated experience.
There are no words here.The silent vista
of the Grand Canyon cannot be embraced
by the words “awe” and “thankful,” even while being
filled with a gratitude the dimensions of which
we were not previously aware we possessed.
— jab