Diamonds are enough. . .
Sunday, January 25, 2026. It's Sol's day . . . Overnight snow storm brought another 6” on top of yesterday's 3” deposit. Bitter cold Northerlies brought a 6º morning with a wind chill at -11º. Forecasts for TulseyTown today indicate the snows decreasing with Northerlies holding the wind chill to the single digits.
You are not your thoughts. You are the observer of your thoughts.
Psychology and neuroscience generally agrees that the internal voice is not just a passive commentator; it is an active agent. It has the power to alter our neural connectivity, shift our physiology, and ultimately, construct our experience of reality. If our internal narrative is rooted in fear and separation, we live in a fearful, separate world. If it is rooted in wisdom and interconnectivity, we live in a world of possibility. – Eva Detko, PhD, MSc, BA (Hons), IAHT
Enough. – Robert Reich, Sunday Thought, 1.25.26
Novelist Virginia Woolf was born on this date in 1882, London, England.
The English novelist, playwright, and short-story writer W. Somerset Maugham was born today in 1874, Paris, France. His short story “The Razor's Edge” was adapted to one of my fave films with Bill Murray in one of his most serious leading roles. Catch it if you can, if you haven't.
And today is the birthdate of Robert Burns. The national poet of Scotland was born on this date in 1759, Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland.
Comin thro' the rye
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body —
Need a body cry.
Oh Jenny 's a' weet poor body
Jenny 's seldom dry,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie
Comin thro' the rye.
– Robert Burns
Yesterday Neil Diamond celebrated his 85th birthday. The legendary one of the best-selling singer/songwriter/musicians in history, he was born in 1941, Brooklyn, New York.
Kate Hudson and Hugh Jackman honored Diamond in their recent film “Song Sun Blue” now up for multiple Academy Awards. Caroline was truly sweet.
Tide Turn on a Winter Day
Wine dark sea
red dawn sky.
Forever ago a glass calm.
Magenta sails
on a flat earth sea,
incomprehensible as death,
birth bewildering
as the woman bringing it
from wherever the wind is born,
inconceivable as a round earth
conceived
in the imagination
of a mother's child
on an ice covered hillside shore
playing with stones.
– jab