Knock, knock …

It's the Moon's day . . . The new moon now waxing, Northerlies bringing cool to Okieland as the rollercoaster of the seasons moves along...

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. – Lao Tzu

Poet and essayist Diane Ackerman turns 75 today. The author of “A Natural History of the Senses” among many, she was born in 1948 Waukegan, Illinois.

The motive for starting a meditation practice often arises as a troubling doubt that reason can't erase. . . Something that calls out of our being. It’s an intimation, a sense. As we look we notice it probably can be formed as a question. Is there a God? Why do I suffer? Why is the world as it is? It comes as a doubt. – James Ishmael Ford

The morning after the sudden death of my son, Charlie Bethel (around midnight September 30. 2017), more than a handful of people whose lives he had touched for the better — out of thousands in his creative career — reported being visited in one way or another by a large blue heron.

It is as foolish to ask the meaning of a bird as it is to see it as a random assemblage of feather and bone. Reality lives somewhere between matter and meaning. One makes us, the other we make to bear our mortality and the confusions of being alive. Meaning arises from what we believe to be true, reality is the truth that endures whether or not we believe in it. – Maria Popova, The Marginalian, 09.11.24 

Creation is always present in reality as it is, not merely as it should be.

Wilding

A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

What is the knocking at the door in the night?

It's the three strange angels. Admit them.

– D.H. Lawrence