Jinkies, this is pretty rad. I want one painted like a Connect Four board.
Tomorrow is the first official Sequoyah Day
BIPOC holidays are long over-due.
Cherokee Nation recognizing October 15 as ‘Sequoyah Day’ 200 years after creation of Cherokee Syllabary
Can’t Get No Satisfaction
Maybe it’s pandemic recovery, or maybe it’s an overall dissatisfied malaise with the current social-paradigm we all seem to be mired into — but if you find yourself cruising the want ads, weighing your options, and buffing up your CV — you are not alone. And heads up those doing the hiring, workers have needs.
‘Great Attrition’ or ‘Great Attraction’? The Choice Is Yours
Meanwhile, in other parts of the world….
Did you know there is currently a volcano spewing magma on a tiny Spanish island off the coast of Africa? It’s streaming. No, I mean literally.
And for your listening pleasure…
The B52s
Lava
Capitol Theater, Passaic, NJ
11/7/1980
October is Ripe for Poetry
When the Frost is on the Gargoyle
Ron Whitehead
National Beat Poet Laureate
When the frost is on the gargoyles and the pumpkins are painted black and the bats dart all round me I stare into my final night and peer into the past I look over the vastness of 70 years lived on the road with friends and I whisper hallelujah then recite the bone man dances circles round the subterranean gloom paints pink and blue and purple until he fills the doom with the smell of roses and a pandemonium moon I'm feeling fiddle fit as I hear The Devil Went Down to Georgia I stare at faces in the trees as stars shine through fall leaves the wide winged owl sweeps a foot above my head and says who who who are you then in the wolf light of early morning I pray the sun will greet me soon and then I'll walk along the mighty river one more time with my gypsy dog and I'll write a final poem and sing one more forlorn song before I bid farewell and say thank you friends for this fair and good life now come and gone for my dears the time will have arrived at long last to bid you all my final sweet goodbye
To Autumn by John Keats
Autumn Teasel
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
Spice is Nice
I finally listened to BlackPink. I have to say, I like ’em.
Me and over 1.5 billion (yes, Billion).
Yes, it is hyper produced. And sure, they are a reinvention of The Spice Girls. But ya know what? I like spice.
Test?
I’m trying to get my weblog to auto post to FB. It’s not being very cooperative.
Here is a picture. Just to have a picture. 🙂
Pause, then pivot
So much can change in an instant. I think many of us recognize of taking a pause to reflect on life’s grand spectacle , or when met with a challenge, or stressor. But stop for a moment (see what I did there?), and think about the value of the breath-pause in the more minutia moments we encounter.
Mindfulness, is not just about sitting.
It’s about bringing your awareness into the moment, and recognizing where you are right here. Right now.
Right before you click send on a email. Right before putting the car into drive (driving as a meditation. When would you need to be more present? Sex. probably. but that’s a different Practice.)
Any way. Try it. Right now.
Stop.
Deep breath in, Pause.
Release.
Don’t you feel ready to take on the World?
This Day in History…
I don’t recall when I first became aware of Nelson Mandela. But I definitely remember the day he was released from prison, this day in 1990.
