Not lost: Found . . .

Friday, June 5, 2026. It's Freya's day . . . Moderate Southerlies, clouds and upper 80's are in the forecasts for Green Country and TulseyTown today. A slight chance for rain continues in a Summer pattern. Thunderstorms are in the forecasts for tomorrow.

It was the early evening of this day in 1968 that Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated.

The wheels are wobbling on the Trump administration bus. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.

Trump's power is whooshing away – Robert Reich, Trump Is (Almost) Over, 3.4.26

The Roberts Court’s derogation of Americans’ voting rights will go down in history as a shameful failure. That is an especially damning distinction for a Court that already has much to answer for. They're leaving the door open for Trump's authoritarian attempt to control the vote.– Joyce Vance, in Civil Discourse

Today is the 78th birthday of Laurie Anderson, born in 1947, Wayne, Illinois. An avant-garde artist, musician and filmmaker, her work encompasses masterting a range of performance art, pop music, and multimedia projects.

Federico García Lorca was born today in 1898, Fuente Vaqueros, Granada province, Spain one of the most important Spanish poets and dramatists of the twentieth century.

And, poet and novelist David Wagoner, was born on this day in 1926 Massillon, Ohio.

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

– David Wagoner, “Lost.” From Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems. University of Illinois Press. 1999.