January 30, 2021
No news dump last night, no big breaking news today.
I could learn to like this.
Tonight is an early night for me... and it's a lovely one here on the coast of Maine.
Sleep well, everyone. I'll see you tomorrow.
[photo by Buddy Poland]
OK, here goes nothing. This piece isn’t terribly political, it isn’t even about US society, and it’s only remotely historical. It’s just my way of giving back to Heather and to all of you.
It’s an article that I just wrote inspired by how much fun I’m having and the joy I’m feeling, due in no small part to the time in Heather’s living room (this forum) chatting with all of you.
Jefferson references inspired by Lucian Truscott and Deborah Truscott. I am on Lucian‘s Substack site as well. Lucian and Deborah have family ties to Jefferson.
Hope you like it.
The Head and the Heart
“I never met a stranger.” Search it and the name Roy Rogers pops up. Whether or not he deserves the credit, the concept can be used as a measuring stick for your love quotient. I just made that up.
Love is a curious thing, as Huey Lewis and the News tell us. As our good friend Mr. Jefferson sought to remind us with the phrase “the pursuit of happiness,” we deserve the best. We deserve to be happy.
As the first-born American in my immediate family, and the eldest son, and the second American born here in our entire clan which is German on both sides, I am no stranger to High expectations. “Great judge,” that’s what my mother was thinking before I was even out yet. Supreme court justice, either state or federal, likely would’ve been fine.
And like every firstborn child in an immigrant family in America, I take my seriousness very seriously.
You could rightly accuse me of taking my seriousness too seriously.
But what about play? What about joy? What about wonder, delight, the love of adventure and learning, the exquisite appreciation of nature and art and so many other gifts bestowed upon us in this world?
What about the enjoyment of life?
One of Mr. Jefferson’s lifelong objectives, we could even argue it may have been his number one goal in life, was integrating the head and the heart. Unbeknownst to most of us, the heart is the seat of the human soul. The head is the seat of conscious awareness of self, but the heart is the radio station, the radio set, that if it is turned on allows one to receive the many different channels of love and life: awe and wonder and delight and gratitude and sweetness and affection.
When you’re having fun, all the world is a playground. Being dialed into the heart set is being dialed into life.
When you’re in a place of joy, everyone and everything looks beautiful.
When you’re happy, it’s very very hard to find a stranger.
Welcome to the Heart.
Welcome to the Divine Feminine.
Welcome to our dear Mother Earth.
🦋🌎🦚☘️🌺🥰🧑🎤
Thank you for your meticulous attention to the facts; your painstaking effort to filter the unimportant and prioritize what’s left, and for your lovely closing photos of Maine. I canceled all news sources except NYT Sunday. I have had no TV for 14 years. You are now my only link to daily news. Brava!