Can't fake “the wait” . . .
It's the Moon's day . . . beginning its waning toward becoming new/re-new in about a week . . .
Unstuffing the mailbox this morning . . .
Today is Memorial Day, the day Americans have honored since 1868, when we thank our conscious memory for those military personnel who have died in the service of the country—that is, for the rest of us.
The Wait is what we’re all going to go through together this week. At least according to Joyce Vance.
Yesterday was the 73rd anniversary of Sally Ride's birth. The astronaut and first U.S. woman in space was born May 26, in 1951 Encino,California. She died in 2021 at 61.
Our algorithmic additions have led many to believe the economy is a disaster … it is not. It's better than it has been for years.
Online or off, brick and mortar or face to face: walk away permanently from the “hard sell.” Even the algorithms have gone into this dystopia …
Google’s AI-generated search results are already being slammed as a “disaster” that “can no longer be trusted”
Joyce Vance urges us to add deep fake robocalls to the list of dirty tricks to be on the alert for as November gets closer. –
The Way's Way
The rain in Spain falls
wherever it damned well must.
The Way is all ways.
— jb
Coming through the rye . . .
It's Sol's day … Wisdom and love fill the mailbox this sun-drenched morning . . .
Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. Between the two, my life flows. – Nisargadatta Maharaj
This week, Buddhists around the world are celebrating Vesak , which commemorates the Buddha’s birth, enlightenment, and passing… The festival reminds us that the Buddha was not a divine or supernatural being; he was just human...he was “just some guy” who achieved something extraordinary, but he demonstrated that a human being could achieve enlightenment—and most importantly—showed others a path to follow.
Many people who become interested in meditation do not come from a background, such as Buddhism or Hinduism, where meditation is part of the culture. But almost everybody, wherever they come from, comes to a common conclusion: dissatisfaction with materialism. That also presents a creative vision—that there must be something more than this to life. That's what leads us to the practice of meditation. – Chӧgyam Trungpa
“Body” might be a word that represents something more miraculous than even the mind that can contemplate the body’s miraculousness...the mind cannot fully contemplate, appreciate or understand the body’s thousands of interlocking inter-dependent connected systems, and the way those hidden systems connect with the world. – David Whyte
We cannot discuss the truth. And words cannot express it. They can only ever point us to the present moment experience of the now. But the present moment is constant change, so the moment we hang on to the meaning of a word, we are stuck—we have let the word die along with its potential to direct our mind. – Matthias Esho Birk PhD
That “still, small voice” can transform us. Each of us has heard it. Most of us don’t attend to it, as it is so quiet, less than a whisper. Yet it is the subject of much discussion in fields ranging from religion to philosophy and even psychology. Richard Rohr recently posted his Franciscan perspective in terms of “spirit” … if you can handle the “god talk” between the lines, it’s a worthy read, IMO.
A word is dead / When it is said, /
Some say. / I say it just
Begins to live /
That day. – Emily Dickenson
Testing honesty . . .
It's the Satyr's day . . .
And it's the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Born in 1803 Boston, the essayist, lecturer, philosopher, abolitionist, and poet led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's May and the nightingales are returning to England still claiming their status as among the most endangered species. They don't visit us here in North or South America, leaving us with memories from those who've experienced them.
Speaking of music and songbirds...
Bob Dylan was born yesterday (Friday) in 1941 Duluth, Minnesota. At 83 and still going strong, Dylan is considered to be one of the greatest songwriters in history, and a major influence in popular culture over his 60-year, Nobel Prized career. His archive, “The Bob Dylan Center – a joint project of the Kaiser Family Foundation and the University of Tulsa – is here in downtown Tulsa, right adjacent to the Woodie Guthrie museum. Come Visit. Good eats, great bars, art deco, amid the Greenwood historical district...what's not to like?
And, speaking of most-worthy-old-fart poet/songsters, Neil Young (now 78) and Crazy Horse (how to age ghosts?) returned to live power concert form in NYC this past week... with a peek over the horizon, where “There comes a time...”
. . . I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me. – Bob Dylan, from The 2016 Nobel Prize Banquet Speech.