The Guardian for this meeting was stevenaia Michinaga. The comments are by stevenaia Michinaga.

A mellow session ending in various attempts at at poetry around a circle

Alfred Kelberry: stev :)
stevenaia Michinaga: hello boxy
Alfred Kelberry: wait, just you and me?
stevenaia Michinaga: welcome
stevenaia Michinaga: looks around...yes
Alfred Kelberry: hmm, unusual for this hour
Alfred Kelberry: lovely dress, anyhow :)
stevenaia Michinaga: nods
stevenaia Michinaga: smiles
Alfred Kelberry: para!
stevenaia Michinaga: paradise, hello
Alfred Kelberry: oh, nice dress as well, para :)
Paradise Tennant: smiles hello stevenaia .. alfred lovely to see you both :)
Alfred Kelberry: same designer as i recall
Paradise Tennant: thanks I am awash in music tonight !
stevenaia Michinaga: shopping, I see, smiles
Paradise Tennant: smiles yes an addiction I am afraid :)
stevenaia Michinaga: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: I see the notes now
Alfred Kelberry: it isn't a circle session?
stevenaia Michinaga: no, it;s a triange
Alfred Kelberry: :)
Paradise Tennant: smiles at alfred cosy to have you in the middle
Alfred Kelberry: ok, i'm between 2 lovely dresses. i can make a wish :)
stevenaia Michinaga: yes, if you please
Paradise Tennant: you know if we move over across the fountain .. alfred can sit in the middle on a tiny cushion :)
Alfred Kelberry: hehe
Alfred Kelberry: aww, so thoughtful of you, para :)
Alfred Kelberry: thank you :)
Paradise Tennant: smiles
stevenaia Michinaga: yes, it was Paradise
Alfred Kelberry: it feels warm and cosy
Alfred Kelberry: i might as well take a nap :)
Paradise Tennant: the comfort of company
stevenaia Michinaga: and proximity
stevenaia Michinaga: I enjoyed last nights session, it was a bit circular, but found it interesting how broad and deep the impact of out little group has had on its participance
stevenaia Michinaga: thx for the snapshot, we look so normal
Paradise Tennant: yes a family :)
Paradise Tennant: of friends
Alfred Kelberry: :)

--BELL--

stevenaia Michinaga: nods, actually a rare thing, friendship, look at home much we drop (at the door) when we enter freindship
Paradise Tennant: smiles yes like a glue of sorts
stevenaia Michinaga: *how much
Alfred Kelberry: friendship and home :)
Paradise Tennant: both are about dropping .. being open being able to be yourself :)
stevenaia Michinaga: and jsut add trust
Alfred Kelberry: *picks a few notes from para's dress*
Paradise Tennant: certainly a song there
Alfred Kelberry: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: can you whistle them
Alfred Kelberry: that would be something french :)
Paradise Tennant: yes .. with poignant haunting melody
Alfred Kelberry: a playful spring rather :)
Paradise Tennant: and a playful ... chorus
stevenaia Michinaga: (small fact, and it doesn;t go for you, Boxy because you ahve none) but if you massage your ear vigerously all over it raises your body temperature and makes it that much more uncomfortable for the cold or flu to settle in
Alfred Kelberry: like a midday walk among the fields of provance :)
Paradise Tennant: lol
Paradise Tennant: starts rubbing her ear
Paradise Tennant: while rubbing also the dog's ear
Alfred Kelberry: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: with 2 fingers all over
stevenaia Michinaga: yes, rub dogs ears too, so he does not feel left out
Paradise Tennant: hmmm
Alfred Kelberry: what dog is that?
stevenaia Michinaga: I suppose friends can do that to each other too
stevenaia Michinaga: Paradises dog
Alfred Kelberry: shepherd?
Paradise Tennant: smiles he likes all types of fondling my Mr. Blue
Alfred Kelberry: oh, it's blue :)
Alfred Kelberry: does he ever visit pab sessions?
Alfred Kelberry: he'd be comfy on those cushions
stevenaia Michinaga: does he travel in SL?
Alfred Kelberry: aww, it's einstein, para! :)
Paradise Tennant: yes
Alfred Kelberry: such a cute puppy :)
Alfred Kelberry: thank you for the picture
Alfred Kelberry: einstein from where? do you remember? :)
Paradise Tennant: hmmm
Paradise Tennant: nope
Paradise Tennant: do not watch any tv really
stevenaia Michinaga: is that an office dog?
Alfred Kelberry: http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/35217_Marty,_doc_and_einstein.jpg
Alfred Kelberry: :)
Paradise Tennant: no my dog
stevenaia Michinaga: I mean do you take him to your office
Paradise Tennant: though he does goe to the office on occassion
Paradise Tennant: that is at home
stevenaia Michinaga: what a nice view

--BELL--

Alfred Kelberry: i like little fishes on the window :)
Paradise Tennant: oh .. he really does look like einstein
Alfred Kelberry: it is him :)
Alfred Kelberry: i really like this movie
stevenaia Michinaga: movie?
Paradise Tennant: has david bowie eyes one carribean blue the other brown
Paradise Tennant: back to the future !
Alfred Kelberry: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: aww, right
Paradise Tennant: great hair ..
Paradise Tennant: brush his teeth with the electric toothbrush so a hollywood smile
Paradise Tennant: beef toothpaste
stevenaia Michinaga: lol
Alfred Kelberry: oh, fancy dog :)
Paradise Tennant: awkward moment when i really like I am brushing my teeth with his toothpaste
stevenaia Michinaga: better toothpaste then yurs, I'm sure
Paradise Tennant: never a good start to the day
stevenaia Michinaga: or to the people you may meat...grins
Paradise Tennant: lol
Paradise Tennant: we had fun the other night doing a poem collatively a line per person
stevenaia Michinaga: is nver comfortable with poetry... when suggested
Alfred Kelberry: rhymed one?
Paradise Tennant: can be anything really
stevenaia Michinaga: but that'a no reason not to do it
Paradise Tennant: would you rather a story stevenaia
Alfred Kelberry: a not rhymed poem is a story too :)
stevenaia Michinaga: hmmm, don;t know
stevenaia Michinaga: let's let boxy choose
stevenaia Michinaga: (no pressure)
Paradise Tennant: lol
stevenaia Michinaga: hello eldir
Paradise Tennant: hiya eldir
stevenaia Michinaga: hello Barcalona
Alfred Kelberry: um... a lovely midday in provance :)
eldir Resident: hello ya'll
Barcalona Rhapsody: hi all
Alfred Kelberry: oh, new poetry club participants! :)
eldir Resident: I (might) only still a few minutes
eldir Resident: Poetry Club?
Barcalona Rhapsody: listening to the sound of silence
Barcalona Rhapsody: i couldnt sleep anymore
Barcalona Rhapsody: so a woke up
stevenaia Michinaga: were were about to begin a group poem
Barcalona Rhapsody: nice
Alfred Kelberry: i've sort of started :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: i wanna publish here
eldir Resident: hmmm, I can't ryhme orange
Barcalona Rhapsody: when it is recorded
stevenaia Michinaga: we began near you Barcelona,
stevenaia Michinaga: boxy (alfred.kelberry): um... a lovely midday in provance :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: creedence relevance
Barcalona Rhapsody: Creedance Clearwater revival
stevenaia Michinaga: hello Cal
Calvino Rabeni: Hi everyone
Alfred Kelberry: cal :)
eldir Resident: Hello Calvino
Barcalona Rhapsody: standing on the bridge over troubled water
eldir Resident: watching the water flow past
Barcalona Rhapsody: listening to the sound of silence
Paradise Tennant: smiles Hiya cal eldir .barca :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: hi
Barcalona Rhapsody: so i mean that clear water will survive about troubled water
Barcalona Rhapsody: and thaan we have silence
stevenaia Michinaga: needs no explanation, it's poetry
Paradise Tennant: smiles at cal trying to talk them into a poem or story go round
Barcalona Rhapsody: or a fairytale go round
Calvino Rabeni: Sounds like song lyrics would be an idea too
Barcalona Rhapsody: sure
eldir Resident: a bridge to play Pooh sticks
Calvino Rabeni: The Pause is nearly upon us :)
stevenaia Michinaga: seems to be taking hold

--BELL--

eldir Resident: under the bridge of sighs
stevenaia Michinaga: there goes our muse
eldir Resident: sorry, was distracted by the most beautiful photo in an email
eldir Resident: I do not know how to put this picture where you can see it
eldir Resident: a friend's neice and my new baby
stevenaia Michinaga: you can upload it to your inventory
eldir Resident: and what a sunset
eldir Resident: in the philipines
eldir Resident: a silloette (sp?) of mom holding baby over head into the sunset
eldir Resident: the ocean
eldir Resident: the sky
eldir Resident: the newness
stevenaia Michinaga: sounds like a "must see"
eldir Resident: the colors
Paradise Tennant: sounds lovely
eldir Resident: no, I think I shall give you the 1,000 words
stevenaia Michinaga: :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: i was kicked out
eldir Resident: the joy of a new mom beaming in black silloette with all that color in the back
eldir Resident: why where you kicked out?
Barcalona Rhapsody: internet chrash ?
stevenaia Michinaga: you mean crashed?
Barcalona Rhapsody: yes
eldir Resident: ah, sorry, my ride is here
Paradise Tennant: smiles good nite eldir
stevenaia Michinaga: bye Eldir
eldir Resident: wish I could give you the other 900 words
Barcalona Rhapsody: nite
Calvino Rabeni: Be well :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: a picture says more than 1000 words
eldir Resident: thanks, bye
Barcalona Rhapsody: bye
Barcalona Rhapsody: and costs morte than 1000 bits
Barcalona Rhapsody: so when u can say it in 10 words or 100 you may save bits and time
Barcalona Rhapsody: a moving picture costs more than 10000 bits
Barcalona Rhapsody: or so
Barcalona Rhapsody: but a clip of 3 minutes can tell a story of 30 minutes
Barcalona Rhapsody: so it saves time
Barcalona Rhapsody: sorry seems to be the hardest word
Barcalona Rhapsody: sorry for interupting
Barcalona Rhapsody: the poem
stevenaia Michinaga: :) no problem
Barcalona Rhapsody: no solution too
Barcalona Rhapsody: but i like to repeat Creedance Clearwater revival
Barcalona Rhapsody: and the sound of silence
Paradise Tennant: smiles ok :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: and the bridge over troubled water
Barcalona Rhapsody: of Simon and carfunkel
Barcalona Rhapsody: its so actual
stevenaia Michinaga: llike the repeating part of a song
Calvino Rabeni: Rolling on a riverboat gently down the stream
stevenaia Michinaga: it returns
Barcalona Rhapsody: sure
Barcalona Rhapsody: thats what it takes
Paradise Tennant: ok well let's start there then .. if you would like we do one line each :) around the circle :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: the power of repeating
Barcalona Rhapsody: ok
Calvino Rabeni: Who feels starty?

--BELL--

stevenaia Michinaga: starty? :)
Alfred Kelberry: the bell does
Barcalona Rhapsody: yes
Paradise Tennant: smiles at cal who looks starty ..
Barcalona Rhapsody: strating apetite
Barcalona Rhapsody: starting
Barcalona Rhapsody: appatite
Barcalona Rhapsody: apetite
Barcalona Rhapsody: who has a drive to start ?
Paradise Tennant: ok I will
Paradise Tennant: the moonlight slanted across the dark road .. she shifted into gear and heard the engine roar ...
stevenaia Michinaga: the sounds of trees rusling as the car speeds past quicky drowns out the sound of the passing car
Alfred Kelberry: it's not rhymed
Paradise Tennant: well to rhyme or not to rhyme that is the individual question
Alfred Kelberry: :)
Barcalona Rhapsody: Rabeni's turn /
Barcalona Rhapsody: ?
Calvino Rabeni: ...
Barcalona Rhapsody: nice nterval
Barcalona Rhapsody: we love all
Paradise Tennant: alfred you missed your turn would you like to go next ?
stevenaia Michinaga: smiles
Barcalona Rhapsody: ...
Alfred Kelberry: no, i'm fine :)
Paradise Tennant: ok
Barcalona Rhapsody: me too
Paradise Tennant: we love all ... in the sound of silence .. :)
Calvino Rabeni: Things take time, she thought, as she pressed the pedal to the floor. Her diary open on the passenger fell into a crack beside the door
Barcalona Rhapsody: standing on the bridge
Barcalona Rhapsody: over troubled water
Barcalona Rhapsody: ...
Paradise Tennant: hmmm like s story with two threads .. the music ..filled the car ..simon and garfunkel .. classic harmony
Calvino Rabeni: passenger -> passenger seat
stevenaia Michinaga: the pages of the dirary were meant to be seen by the passing trees
Barcalona Rhapsody: on a marakesh express
Barcalona Rhapsody: to San fransisco
Barcalona Rhapsody: nothing rhymed
Calvino Rabeni: the words slipped slowly from the pages and mixed with fallen leaves
Barcalona Rhapsody: but it doesnt matter
Barcalona Rhapsody: nothing matters anymore
stevenaia Michinaga: the leaves arranged themselves like the words on the pages
Barcalona Rhapsody: cause we love each other
Barcalona Rhapsody: and sorry seemed to be no hardest word
stevenaia Michinaga: and freedom is just another word
Barcalona Rhapsody: i wanna be free
Barcalona Rhapsody: we all wanna be free
Barcalona Rhapsody: and so we are
Barcalona Rhapsody: playing as being free
Barcalona Rhapsody: freedom as a service
Barcalona Rhapsody: in the cloud
Barcalona Rhapsody: here on sl
Barcalona Rhapsody: amen

--BELL--

Barcalona Rhapsody: well i gotta go now
Barcalona Rhapsody: it was a pleasure
Barcalona Rhapsody: talking with u
Barcalona Rhapsody: rhyming a bit
Barcalona Rhapsody: bye all
Calvino Rabeni: Take care, Barcalona
stevenaia Michinaga: bye Barcelona
Paradise Tennant: good nite barca ......hiya lucinda big smile gtsy :)
stevenaia Michinaga: hi Lucinda
Calvino Rabeni: And welcome Cinda
Paradise Tennant: smiles we are doing a poem ..you like poems !
Lucinda Lavender: Paradise, Stevenaia, Calvino And Bosy whoi is away...:)
Lucinda Lavender: boxy
Lucinda Lavender: lovely yes I do...
Lucinda Lavender: curious about the topic of the poem you created...
stevenaia Michinaga: funny, so am I
Paradise Tennant: lol smiles maybe we could say that one had an ending
Paradise Tennant: would you like to start a new one lucinda :)
Calvino Rabeni: The last one drove off the dock into the bay
stevenaia Michinaga: :)
Lucinda Lavender: ok...Here it goes...
Lucinda Lavender: Have you ever tasted a Rangoon Lime?...
Paradise Tennant: lol
Paradise Tennant: Tart citrus it explodes in your mouth leaving little tingles ....
stevenaia Michinaga: a new flavor.. I think I'll have another...
Calvino Rabeni: and undercover of darkness in a foreign clime,
Lucinda Lavender: It's exterior orange just like the mandarin...
Paradise Tennant: glowed softly under the tropic moonlight .. beckoning l
stevenaia Michinaga: ....and the flavors within move like the tides of the moon
Calvino Rabeni: might be found incognito at chic events from Tokyo to Madrid
Lucinda Lavender: Or perhaps it sits in the fruit bowl of ones kitchen...

--BELL--

Paradise Tennant: smiles ... picking it up one could smell its perfect ripeness .. the chicken was sizzling ..it lay on the cutting board .. waiting .. to be cut ...
stevenaia Michinaga: this fruit is unstable and moves in suprisingly new directions
Calvino Rabeni: Daquiri or dressing - or Dakini - is the question
Lucinda Lavender: for raw has something so very strong it...is beyond conception
Paradise Tennant: mixed with ice .. alcohol .. it slid down their throats with a powerful rejoice to all that was good .. in a bursty .. "the earth moved " kind of way
stevenaia Michinaga: and this was the expected dessert
Calvino Rabeni: a just desert it was
Lucinda Lavender: cheers!
Calvino Rabeni: (that's the end, no?)
stevenaia Michinaga: :)
stevenaia Michinaga: it is for me
Lucinda Lavender: si...I think so :)
Paradise Tennant: :)
Paradise Tennant: smiles
Calvino Rabeni: The Pause is a'comin in 60 seconds
Lucinda Lavender: sweet...
Paradise Tennant: shall we meditate on the perfect ... what ever ..

--BELL--

Paradise Tennant: for me will be pistachio gelato
Calvino Rabeni: so I won't start something ...
stevenaia Michinaga: night all
stevenaia Michinaga: nice to end with dessert
Paradise Tennant: good nite steve
Paradise Tennant: good job!
Lucinda Lavender: nice yes:)
Paradise Tennant: interesting finding the flow in that sharing of words ..brain pictures really is fun
Lucinda Lavender: yes...especially when there are other thoughts participating..
Paradise Tennant: smiles it like leaping from stone to stone in a river
Lucinda Lavender: yes...with a fairly stong current!
Calvino Rabeni: fish are jumping
Lucinda Lavender: new things popping up too
Calvino Rabeni: turbulent flow flings little bits of the flow up unpredictably
Paradise Tennant: they flash silver in the sunlight before arching back flipping flopping to hit the surf and glide without a trace
Lucinda Lavender: here thengone
Lucinda Lavender: then...gone
Lucinda Lavender: beyond our view
Calvino Rabeni: some creature calls that spot Home
Paradise Tennant: deep beyond .. us .. deep below us .. deep within u ..
Paradise Tennant: *us
Lucinda Lavender: the place that supports our very being...

--BELL--

Paradise Tennant: beyond our view
Calvino Rabeni: The patterns of flow may be eternal, yet when parts of that flow enter our neighborhood we call it "new"
Calvino Rabeni: And when parts leave, we notice it much less
Lucinda Lavender: a fading has occurred.
Paradise Tennant: lol
Paradise Tennant: that slips into the mesh ..dimlng all
Calvino Rabeni: nicely put Cinda
Paradise Tennant: smiles
Paradise Tennant: and is shared :)
Paradise Tennant: well time to walk the pouch to the place beyond my view
Paradise Tennant: thank you both .. lots of fun !
Lucinda Lavender: happy walk and sleep...
Lucinda Lavender: thank you also:)
Calvino Rabeni: Fly well on the winds of scent Paradise
Calvino Rabeni: with your guide
Paradise Tennant: lucinda may you have lovely rose coloured dreams..f
Paradise Tennant: full of .. glow !
Lucinda Lavender: nodding:)
Lucinda Lavender: hope so:)
Paradise Tennant: thanks cal and you :) may you dream .. big !
Lucinda Lavender: waving too:)
Calvino Rabeni: Thankyou you
Lucinda Lavender: thinking about fading and memory
Lucinda Lavender: the loss of newness
Calvino Rabeni: faded surfaces can be beautiful because of what they suggest of depths
Lucinda Lavender: yes..and also...wondering about how much of the excitement has to do with looking for Home.
Calvino Rabeni: The excitement of the New?
Lucinda Lavender: yes
Calvino Rabeni: Based on the prospect of an old Friend returning home with fresh stories
Lucinda Lavender: each time a potentially more satisfying one
Lucinda Lavender: yes was thinking about Rumi's poem about waiting for a guest...
Calvino Rabeni: can we find it on our Web?
Lucinda Lavender: oh! the interweg thingy?
Lucinda Lavender: yes let us try.
Lucinda Lavender: Not the one called the Guest House...

--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: Is it on this page - http://www.armory.com/~thrace/sufi/poems.html
Lucinda Lavender: looking
Lucinda Lavender: I think it is in the book I have called New of the universe
Lucinda Lavender: maaybe not
Calvino Rabeni: Guests grace your house
Lucinda Lavender: checking poems of Rumi...
Lucinda Lavender: ah well not finding it

--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: A creative spark is only a point of light, until one blows on it and whispers its name
Lucinda Lavender: nice...
Lucinda Lavender: she whispered...
Calvino Rabeni: then it may speak with its own voice about what wants to be born
Calvino Rabeni: and who its parents are
Calvino Rabeni: but the process is a delicate one
Calvino Rabeni: lest the spark be blown out
Calvino Rabeni: seeds need a cover of earth
Calvino Rabeni: not too shallow, not too deep