Orlando loved the sun . . .

Sunday, March 9, 2025. It's Sol's day . . . and a sun filled day at that. Light and variable Northerlies are forecasted to bring mid 60's to this TulseyTown Spring day.

Celebrate International Womens' Day.

Juliette Binoche turns 61 today. The French actress widely regarded as one of film’s most-respected actors was born in 1964 Paris, France.

Writer Vita Sackville-West was born on this day in 1892 near Sevenoaks, England.

And it's Mickey Spillane's birth date. The crime novelist, born in 1918 Brooklyn, New York.

"Those big-shot writers could never dig the fact that there are more salted peanuts consumed than caviar." — Mickey Spillane

SUNDAY SERMON

If we are to believe the primary witnesses—the prophets, the mystics, the saints, the transformed people—an unexplainable goodness is at work in the universe. (Some of us call this phenomenon God, but that word isn’t necessary. In fact, sometimes it gets in the way of the experience, because too many have named God something other than Grace). – Fr. Richard Rohr, Meditations, The Center for Action and Meditation.

The Sun

Such wild love – do you think

there is anywhere, in any language

a word billowing enough

for the pleasure that fills you

as the sun reaches out,

as it warms you,

as you stand there

empty handed –

or have you too turned

from this world – or

have you too gone crazy

for power, for things?

– Mary Oliver, “The Sun,” New and Selected Poems, Volume I, Beacon Press, 1992.

Don’t give absinthe to elves . . .

Saturday, March 8, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . Rain is likely today in TulseyTown, brought by Northerlies and a cold front holding temperatures in the upper 40's.

Yesterday, March 7th, was the 60th anniversary of “Bloody Sunday” in Selma, Alabama. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.

Daylight saving time begins in the U.S. – and of course TulseyTown – overnight tonight at 2 a.m. You’ll lose an hour of sleep, but the sun will set an hour later and your Circadian Rhythm might be messed with for a week or so.

Life is not a tale told by an idiot: its a mosaic made by elves on absinthe. – Anne Lamott, in her latest book, Somehow, Riverhead Books. 2024.

Horses make no mistake . . .

Friday, March 7, 2025. It's Frey's day . . . Forecasts indicate clear, sunny skies over TulseyTown today with moderate to strong Westerlies and mid 70's. Winds are to become Northerlies tonight bringing rain chances tomorrow.

Trump’s most fundamental goal, is the very essence of tyranny. He is trying to make himself an all-powerful dictator by seizing a personal monopoly on the use of force. He is testing the very forces he wants to control, seeing how far he can go. Those very forces must turn against him in a resolute way.

The only consistent "principle" held by Trump and his religious right backers is a belief that women are disposable. – Amanda Marcotte, Salon, 3March25

Townes Van Zandt would have been 81 today. The songwriting legend was born in 1944 Fort Worth.

The French impressionist composer Maurice Ravel was born on this day in 1875, Ciboure, France.

It’s the birth date of Piet Mondrian. The painter who was an important leader in the development of modern abstract art was born in 1872, Amersfoort, Netherlands.

And, Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" was published on this day in 1923. For an intriguing story of the poem's source and motivation, check out Garrison Keillor's in his Writer's Almanac from March 7th, 2014. Scroll down to the final entry that begins “in 1923.”

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

--Robert Frost, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” is a poem in the public domain.