Turn, turn, feigning sanity . . .

Monday, June 2, 2025. It's the Moon's day . . . Moderate to strong Southerlies are in the forecasts to bring only a few clouds to an otherwise sunny, Summer-like day near 90º this afternoon. The weatherfeather indicates a small chance for rain tonight and likely thunderstorms tomorrow afternoon.

In a time of drastic change it is the learners who inherit the future. – Eric Hoffer

The Salem Witch Trials began today in 1692.

Art is the music we make from the bewildered cry of being alive — sometimes a cry of exultant astonishment, but often a cry of devastation at the collision between our wishes and the will of the world. – Carl Jung, in Maria Popova's Marginalian (online).

Yesterday Morgan Freeman turned 88. The actor, producer, narrator and multiple laureate award recipient was born in 1937, Memphis, Tennessee.

And, Alanis Morissette turned 51. The international multiple laureate singer/songwriter was born in 1974 Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

The Week Ahead – Joyce Vance, Civil Discourse

There is no doubt: Trump continues to demonstrate that he is more committed to fantasy than reality, as the lug-nuts loosen. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American.

Enlightenments, not enlightenment. A long but superb article on the many ways of The Way by Jack Kornfield in Tricycle online.

Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. – James Baldwin

For you in the chaos feigning sane.

Been there, done that . . .

Sunday, June 1, 2025. It's Sol's day . . . and indeed it is. Easy Northerlies bring bright sunshine and upper 80's to TulseyTown today.

The ego refuses to see itself as it is.

Our success-driven culture scorns failure, powerlessness, and any form of poverty. Yet Jesus begins his Sermon on the Mount by praising “the poor in spirit” … Just that should tell us how thoroughly we have missed the point of the gospel. Nonviolence, weakness, and simplicity are also part of the Western shadow self. We avoid the very things that Jesus praises, and we try to project a strong, secure, successful image to ourselves and the world. We reject vulnerability and seek dominance instead, and we elect leaders who falsely promise us the same.  … Shadow work is what I call “falling upward.” God hid holiness quite well: the proud will never recognize it, and the humble will fall into it every day—not even realizing it is holiness. – Fr. Richard Rohr, Meditations, The Center for Action and Meditation.

“Those of us who shout the loudest about Americanism in making character assassinations are all too frequently those who, by our own words and acts, ignore some of the basic principles of Americanism.” – Margaret Chase Smith, U.S. Senate speech, June 1, 1950. Indeed, we have seen this before. – Heather Cox Richardson in Letters From An American.

So that others do not see our love – after Rilke

We kneel and make pious gestures,

build domes of gold, sing and worship

a blue-sky god, meanwhile

practicing ignorance of Indra's net

connecting us to our earthly origins

our roots shared by mushrooms and stars.

— jab

The importance of becoming human . . .

Saturday, May 31, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . and easy Westerlies are to bring sunshine and upper 80's to TulseyTown today. The weatherfeather says there is a sight chance for a thunderstorm. I hope for not – my back yard grass is near ankle high in want of mowing.

The Tulsa race massacre of 1921 started today. It was one of the most severe incidents of racial violence in U.S. history.

Clint Eastwood turns 95 today. The multiple award laureate film producer, director and actor was born in 1930 San Francisco.

And, the poet Walt Whitman was born today in 1819 West Hills, New York.

This piggish president with his lavish contempt for people does not represent us and he will be stopped. – Garrison Keillor https://garrisonkeillor.substack.com/p/underwood-man-confronts-an-algorithm

There Was A Child Went Forth

There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became,

And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . .

or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

[...]

– Walt Whitman, “There Was A Child Went Forth,” in Leaves of Grass. (in the public domain)