The between times . . .
Friday, October 31, 2025. It's Freya's (Frigg's) day . . . Forecasts for TulseyTown indicate a day with almost no breeze, sun, a few clouds and mid 60's.
We can’t enchant the world, which makes its own magic; but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention. – Diane Ackerman
Today is Halloween... marking the beginning of many liminal or threshold festivals, when the boundary between this world and the Otherworld are said to be “thin,” and “blurred,” making contact with spirits more likely – especially those of our ancestors. All Hallows Eve and Day, Winter Nights, Dia Des Las Mortes (Day of the Dead) – all celebrate the half-way between the autumnal equinox and winter solstice and have their roots in the Celt tradition of Samhain (Sauin).
Richard Rohr's Meditation “On the Fullness of Time,” reflected on the tradition in a post today.
The poet John Keats was born on this day in 1795 Finsbury Pavement, near London.
Ode On A Grecian Urn
[…]
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
– John Keats, “Ode On A Grecian Urn.” This poem is in the public domain. John Keats died at the age of 26.
The past is, well...past.
Thursday, October 30, 2025 . It's Thor's day . . .Easy Northwesterlies are forecasted with sunshine returning to TulseyTown with mixed clouds and low 60's this afternoon. Today's morning now of 39º is indicated for tomorrow's dawn. (Odin borrowed Thor's hammer-like winds yesterday)
Not only are we connected. We are inseperable. – Joanna Macey.
History may not repeat itself, but it surely rhymes. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American, 10.28.25
On this day in 1938 Orson Welles’s adaptation of War of the Worlds, a radio broadcast based on a science fiction novel, caused mass hysteria across New England. A demonstration, if ever there was one, of American vulnerbility to fake news.
We spend so much of our modern urban time shutting out the world, focusing narrowly on our “problems.” The world becomes a disturbance, getting in our way. Rain is a bother, Winter nights come too early, things break. How can I possibly love a world that consists so largely in Muzak, traffic and bad coffee? … So … how do we love the world anyway? … Anyway means any which way, any way at all, implying that there are many different openings out of our self-enclosure and toward love of the world.
The world is always more than anything you do in it, to it, with it. No invention can surpass the creation, and no story can encompass the planet's history … “All things are full of Gods” is an ancient Greek saying. “In my father's house are many mansions,” is a Christian one. This suggests that there is something divine even in the baseball glove and the neighborhood street – a divine quality of ordinary life which comes to us through our senses. This, the poets say, is the true ground of our love for the world. – James Hillman, “Loving the World Anyway,” The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart, Harper Collins, 1992.
The poet and critic Ezra Pound was born on this day in 1885 in Hailey, Idaho.
Forgive the World
For the mistakes you have made, forgive the world.
All of the lovers and the love they made —
nothing between them was a mistake —
all that is truly for love’s sake
is not wasted and will never fade.
– jab (for Helen and Garrison)
Out of darkness, light . . .
Wednesday, October 29, 2025. It's Odin's day . . . He's swinging his hammer into high winds for Okieland today. Forecasts indicate Northerlies into the 30+ mph range, easing somewhat by afternoon. A cold, cloudy day with wind chill in the 40's and a slight chance for rain.
Be patient with yourself, just as you are.
Today is the anniversary of Black Tuesday, which happened in 1929 — the worst stock market crash in the history of the United States. Black Tuesday was the beginning of the Great Depression. By 1932, 90% of the stock market value had been erased, more than 100,000 businesses had failed and 13 million people had lost their jobs
Trump’s allies are openly discussing how to keep him in power beyond the limits of the Constitution...For years, Bannon has used provocation to test how far the MAGA movement can go without consequence. Now he’s saying the quiet part plainly: they believe Trump should rule without limits, and they’re laying the groundwork for a Trump 3rd term. – in an email post from People for the American Way 10.26.25
Every American who shares the values for which American troops have been fighting and dying for almost 250 years, should join us on the side of democracy and against Trump’s emerging police state. – Robert Reich, online 10.29.25
The ACLU and Common Cause are joining the resistance.
How many truckloads does it take? – Garrison Keillor, The Column, 10.08.25
Re-build a bridge. From the sky. Using drones and flying 3-D printers. Carnegie Mellon thinks so.
Truth must often arrive obliquely. Directness is overrated when the soul is in motion. Mythic modes of perception don’t obey the laws of logic...you will understand when your heart recognizes what your mind can’t name. If this has any ring of truth for you, consider a Halloween costume as an oracle or fortune-teller. – Pisces (that would be yers trooley) forecast for the coming week by Rob Brezsney, Free Will Astrology, 10.28.2025. For other imaginative Halloween suggestions, check out your sun sign at Brezsney's site.
Out Of Darkness, Light
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In East Indian tradition there is a story
that in the beginning of creation
the god-head lived inside our consciousness
until our ego hijacked it for behaviors
which disturbed the gods so much
they took it from us. Debate then
became where to hide it so humans
wouldn't find it. Infinite potential
rejected the bottom of the seas well as
the heavens. Then Brahman said
“Let's hide it inside humans since they
will never think to look for it there.”
The silence that followed filled with light.
Eyes opening, the world and you and I
will have changed in ways
neither you nor I may yet speak of.
– jab