Poseidon. 

  A personification, indeed a deification, of the unfathomable power of the oceans and seas. But look beyond the statue erected here off the coast of Mexico to the water, calm now but capable of unimaginable fury and destructiveness. 

  Given weather events occurring around the globe these days you could say Poseidon seems to be getting angrier at us with each passing week, month, year. 

  Which brings me to my original thought for today: 

  Sunday. The Lord’s day. 

  Sure, I love the sunshine and see it as the source of all Life, but the religious connotations rub me the wrong way. 

  I much prefer other days of the week, like Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. 

  To me they are unacknowledged threads, whispers from a time before the Roman Catholic Church laid its heavy Nature abhorring hand, and mailed fist, across the Nature revering Celto-Germanic heartland of Northern Europe.