A music box filled with grace . . .

It's Tew's day and the mailbox has been repainted and filled with music this morning . . .

It’s the birthday of the artist who said, “I would like to paint the way a bird sings”: Claude Monet, born in Paris in 1840

We are the voyaging body for stories too small for us to even notice. – Sophie Strand, “Rock & Me: Lithic Pilgrimage,” in Make Me Good Soil.

“I wanted to stand with those who clearly see G-d’s holy broken world for what it is, and still find the courage or the heart to praise it.” – Leonard Cohen

Speaking of music . . .

The links below surprised and moved me to the point of desiring to share them with you.

Listen to and watch Bob Marley’s Redemption Song

then listen and watch a gorgeous rendition of the same piece performed by Sheku Kanneh-Mason and his family.

So who is Sheku Kanneh-Mason?

Grace is the life energy that makes flowers bloom, animals lovingly raise their young, babies smile, and planets remain in their orbits [as well as shapes the flow of The Way]—for no good reason whatsoever except love alone. – Richard Rohr

Wisdom is a verb

The mailbox this morning held mythological reminders of our miraculous and genius existence . . .

Today is the birth day of Robert Louis Stevenson. The Scottish essayist, poet was born on this date in 1889 Edinburgh, Scotland.

The animated film Fantasia had its first public screening on this day in 1940.

Swimming in The Way: Life lessons from Beowulf that might surprise you. – David Whyte

We are standing on the precipice of a much needed radical act of sanity. – Jon Kabat-Zinn speaking at Soren 2.0 on "Mindfulness in the Age of AI"

Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul. – Simone Weil

In the Land of Nod

From breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay,

But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.

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Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,

Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.

– Robert Louis Stevenson

Searching for the Gold Heart of the Tao

Another beautiful Fall day is at hand here in TulseyTown on this Sol's day …

Today, celebrating Neil Young's birthday. The Canadian singer-songwriter was born on this day in 1945 Toronto.

For humans to make sense to ourselves, I think we’re going to have to rediscover our kinship with the reptiles—and the fish, insects, birds, mammals, and palo santo trees—with which we share the world. —Brian McLaren

“Tao as 'Tao' is not Tao.” – Lao Tzu in The Tao Te Ching.

[H]istory does not progress toward some teleological terminus . . .The elusive Way unfolding across contingent time not only rejects the imposition of a direction onto history but also negates the existence of any specific, law-like forces underpinning the apparent cyclic patterns of historical events. – Dingxin Zhao writing in Noema.

Gratitude begins in our hearts and then dovetails into behavior…. We mysteriously find ourselves willing to pick up litter in the street, or let others go first in traffic. – Anne Lamott writing in Gratitude on the Move.

I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give
that keep me searching for a heart of gold
– and I'm getting old.

– Neil Young, “Heart of Gold,” from the album Harvest.