Turning around in the moonlight . . .

It's Satyr's day . . .aptly named for today's “mailbox” missives: reversals, upside downers, a trickster filled with contradictions. The history of “Saytyr” is replete with these characteristics starting somewhere likely in the Stone Age, evolving to major distortions today.

A note: You may have noticed occasional links to Tricycle Magazine writers. The online mag is a fave of mine. Following a link, you may be asked to subscribe or to engage via a trial. Consider you having been encouraged to do so for this excellet essay from Henry Shukman on “The Art of Being Wrong.”

. . . we love the moments in narratives of all kinds—stories, movies, epics, plays, novels, TV shows— when exactly the opposite happens, when people are proven categorically to be wrong? Part of the answer may be that it sparks a recognition of something about how our life works: that being wrong can, and often does, bring us closer to being right. – Henry Shukman, “The Art of Being Wrong,” Tricycle, repost July 7, 2024 from Summer 2013.

Examples of “turnarounds” synchronistically appeared in today's “Mailbox”

489 years ago today in 1535, English humanist and statesman Thomas More was beheaded for refusing to accept King Henry VIII as head of the Church of England.

87 years ago at midnight on July 6th, audiences in New York saw a talkie for the first time in history. “Lights of New York,”

The painter Frida Kahlo was born in 1907near Mexico City. A near death accident turned her life into the painter we know.

The Dalai Lama is 89 years today. He was born in 1935 Taktser, Tibet. Another life turned.

And, It was in 1957 John Lennon and Paul McCartney first met at a church dance in Liverpool, England. The rest is history.

The path of The Way is both light and dark, neither, and always.

Rest

… when the light had come

and the moon had gone, you found the path again

waiting through the open window …

as if the way ahead had already been made for your feet…

an echo in the dark to take along the lighted road.

– David Whyte



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