Cool Cat's have three names...

It's Thor's day . . . golden Fall is settling in over TulseyTown this morning . . .

We turn not older with years, but newer every day. – Emily Dickenson

I think you get it: You don’t have to enter a monastery to be a mystic. You don’t have to renounce chocolate or forsake pop culture...This is what it means to be a mystic. To show up for what is, to be present to all that is, to take refuge in the boundless intimacy of exactly what is. – Mirabai Starr, writing about mysticism in CAC's Meditations, 9.25.24.

Remembrances

Today in 1957 the musical West Side Story opened on Broadway.

Composer George Gershwin , was born on this date in 1898 Brooklyn, New York.

And, poet T.S. Eliot was born in 1888 St. Louis, Missouri.

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. – T.S. Eliot, “The Naming of Cats,” From Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1939.

A foggy center, holds . . .

It's Odin's day . . . a lovely fog settled over TulseyTown this morning . . .

Today is the birth date of Nobel Prize laureat William Faulkner. The author was born in 1897 New Albany, Mississippi

It's Shel Silverstein's birthdate. The author and illustrator was born in 1930 Chicago. His website is worth a visit for a taste and remembrance.

Mr. Smith, back in Washington. – Joyce Vance, Civil Discourse.

In a new Lincoln Project adv, Sam Elliot gets blunt and throws in a couple of cowboy cusses ... worth sharing with any MEGA, GOP hanger on, or fence straddler you may know ... not suggesting you are one of these – sending along just 'cause you might find this outstanding in the jungle maze of ads.

Despite the profound threats to a “center that cannot hold,” the center tenaciously holds. – Heather Cox Richardson, Letters from An American. 9.24.24

Nevermind Nirvana

It's Tiw's Day . . . a touch of fog, a heavy dew, and the gentlest of breezes greeted TulseyTown this morning . . .

We are not “things” in a field. We are the field. – Báyò Akómoláfé.

Election season is officially under way. Joyce Vance updated us on voting and the week ahead in the courts on her blog Civil Discorse.

The truth is simple: the money exists, but the political will does not. Not yet, anyway.

Birthdays, mainly:

“Blind" Lemon Jefferson, was born on a farm in Couchman, Texas, in about 1893, we think.

Three years later, jazz age author F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in 1896 St. Paul, Minnesota.

Muppet puppet master Jim Henson was born on this day in 1936, Greenville, Mississippi.

And, Nirvana released its breakthrough album Nevermind today in 1991.

Nirvāṇa is a term that refers to a state of profound peace of mind. Although the term occurs in the literatures of a number of ancient Indian traditions, the concept is most commonly associated with Buddhism. Generally, Nirvāṇa manifests with the final removal of the disturbing mental elements which obstruct a peaceful and clear state of mind, together with a state of awakening from the mental sleep which they induce. Only when one “lets go” of the desire to possess (anything) can Nirvāṇa be achieved.

Neap Tide

The hurdy-gurdy at Seaside / throws images at the canvas / of a once ancient nemesis.

The sea roils and rolls / from an infinite sometime / in a nowhere but now here /

moment. / In time / to ebb / and start again. /

To start again / in time / to ebb.

– jab