Limits? We don't need no stinkin' limits . . .

It’s Tew’s Day and the front range near Colorado Springs is getting its share of heavy Summer rains . . .

“Don't believe in limits.” – Victoria Clark, accepting the 2023 Tony Award, this past Sunday, for her performance as featured actor in the Best Musical Kimberly Akimbo

Systems theory makes the amazing assertion that nature is self-organizing. You don’t need mind, either divine or human, operating from above to make nature behave itself. The whole show is spontaneously self-regulating and self-evolving. Its very dynamics move toward complexity and intelligence. It is alive with mind. – Joanna Macy

Almost every religion’s history begins with one massive misperception; namely, making a fatal distinction between the sacred and the profane. Religions often put all their emphasis on creating sacred places, sacred time, and sacred actions. While I fully appreciate the need for this, it unfortunately leaves most of life “un-sacred.” In authentic mystical moments, any clear distinction between sacred and profane quickly falls apart. . . .Our task is to find the good, the true, and the beautiful in everything—even, and most especially, in the problematic. – Richard Rohr

Today is the 158th anniversary celebration of the birth of William Butler Yeats. The Irish poet, considered among the greatest in the English language, was born in 1865 Sandymount, Ireland. His writing celebrated Irish nationalism and Ireland's natural beauty and spirituality.

I read intently the Book of Nature....Into its pages I step in the murky hour just before the dawn, before the rising sun stages its rehearsal, bleeds pink into the edge of night. It’s where you might find me, nose pressed to the glass, when the softening winter sky at last exhales and the first tumble of snowflakes fall, blanketing the world in a quiet like no other. Or, at twilight, the in-between hour when day dissolves into darkness, when on a summer’s eve I surrender to the rising surround sound of crickets and keep watch till the starkeepers trot out the stars.... – Barbara Mahany, posted in Richard Rohr's Meditations.

I am content to follow to its source

Every event in action or in thought;

Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!

When such as I cast out remorse

So great a sweetness flows into the breast

We must laugh and we must sing,

We are blest by everything,

Everything we look upon is blest.

– W.B. Yeats from “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats. Macmillan, 1989.