2010.03.14 13:00 - Lyrical musings

The Guardian for this meeting was Maxine Walden. The comments are by Maxine Walden.

I had a solo session which is unusual for this 1300 session on a Sunday, but there is been a time-change in the USA and thus in SL, today and it may be that there is still some confusion time-wise. But in a way it was not solo at all, but a 25 minute session of musings, both posted and unposted, which dear reader you are welcome to peruse. 

Maxine Walden: (musings: dropping all and allowing my gaze to meander as the white butterflies seem to be doing over the pool.)

[about 5 minutes of listening and being]

Maxine Walden: (seemingly surrounded by the birdsong and crickets...a very pastoral experience)

[another few minutes of quietude during which I felt enchanted by the SL creatures around]

Maxine Walden: (wondering/wishing? that this be the meditative 'chatlog' for today...the glimpses of the buttrflies or perhaps they are dragonflies, and the natural sounds all around)

[recalling in the guardian meeting this morning there was discussion as to how to represent silence in the chatlogs: with space which I am trying to do here, but also with brackets to offer some of the musings during the spaces my posted musings]

Maxine Walden: (and then there is the fact of the change of clocks, one hour ahead last evening...perhaps that is confusing for some; my own experience during this day has been somewhat disoriented)

[two or so minutes of space and time]

Maxine Walden: (am growing fond of the three dragonflies, as I now call them; sort of wafting presences over the pool; I feel wafting with them, quite lyrical)

[admittedly during this time, I turn to draft in my mind a few remarks about open-hearted learning which I will offer some new students this next week, and it feels easy to do amidst the open-hearted atmosphere of this musing time between and the dragonflies]

Maxine Walden: (and so now 24 minutes past the hour, along with my lovely companions, the dragonflies, I too will waft away, posting this chatlog as lyrical musings).

 

[I rise to leave, feeling grateful for the session, and come then to post this lyrical log, as it felt to me]