The sun is thermonuclear . . .

Saturday, November 1, 2025. It's the Satyr's day . . . Easy Northerlies, sunny skies and upper 50's are in the forecasts for TulseyTown today.

“Somewhere inside all of us is the power to change the world.” —Roald Dahl, Matilda

Today is Dia De Los Muretos. and All Saints Day

On this day in 1952 the United States tested the first hydrogen bomb, 3,000 miles west of Hawaii, in the Marshall Islands. It was a “conservative test” of a then theoretic thermonuclear device.

Today in 1509 the public first saw Michelangelo’s frescoes painted on the Sistine Chapel ceiling

Novelist Stephen Crane was born on this day in 1871 Newark, New Jersey.

The Washington Post is hosting “A Global Women's Summit” (on November 20) that actually looks to be worth the time. Check it out. Pass it on.

In an age where there is much talk about “being yourself,” I reserve to myself the right to forget about being myself, since in any case there is very little chance of my being anybody else. – Thomas Merton, “Day of a Stranger,” The Hudson Review, Volume 20, Number 2, 1967

These Mornings

[...[

If I could ask for
any gift to be given
to us all,
over and over
it would simply be

[…]
– Richard Wehrman, (complete poem) “These Mornings,” online 11.1.25

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)