Mickorod Renard: Hi Tura
Tura Brezoianu: hi Mick
Mickorod Renard: I wonder how today will pan out
Tura Brezoianu: Are we still on the section we talked about last time?
Mickorod Renard: we have not changed since last thursday
Mickorod Renard: Monday was an un official
Tura Brezoianu: ok
Tura Brezoianu: hi Ag
Agatha Macbeth: G'day :)
Mickorod Renard: Hi ags
Mickorod Renard: ah, r u ok Ags with claiming the log?
Agatha Macbeth: Sure
Mickorod Renard: wow cool ty
Bruce Mowbray: 's current display-name is "Bruce".
Agatha Macbeth: That's funny Mick i don't see as being online :p
Agatha Macbeth: Must be imagining you
Tura Brezoianu: hi Bruce
Agatha Macbeth: Brucie :)
Mickorod Renard: Hi Bruce
Tura Brezoianu: and Storm
Agatha Macbeth: Stormy :)
Mickorod Renard: I kmust be in stealth mode
Agatha Macbeth: Edie :)
Storm Nordwind: Hello!
Agatha Macbeth: Must be something
Mickorod Renard: Hi Storm
Mickorod Renard: Hi Eden
--BELL--
Eden Haiku: Hello everyone :)
Mickorod Renard: we must be patient today, for folk to turn up
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, everyone.
Agatha Macbeth hangs her pants on Brucie's antlers
Mickorod Renard: Hi Brucie
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Mick!
Bruce Mowbray: No Raffi today?
Agatha Macbeth: She comes later sometimes
Mickorod Renard: maybe in a while,,what about Eliza too?
Agatha Macbeth: And Bleuji
Agatha Macbeth: Dunno about Liz
Agatha Macbeth: Maye gramps is still visiting
Bruce Mowbray looks around for Eliza, Bleu, and Raffi.
Mickorod Renard: shall we give it another 5 mins?
Agatha Macbeth: Why not
Eden Haiku: sure
Mickorod Renard: howz everyones weather?
Agatha Macbeth: It's a change for me to be on time :P
Mickorod Renard: :)
Bruce Mowbray: Simply beautiful today....
Agatha Macbeth: Mine's same as yours probably
Mickorod Renard: yay, lovely here too
Agatha Macbeth nods
Storm Nordwind: 41°F = 5°C
Bruce Mowbray: Liz is on her way.
Eden Haiku: Raining again in Montreal...
Mickorod Renard: very springy
Agatha Macbeth: Yayy
Storm Nordwind: boing
Agatha Macbeth: And here's our girl
Mickorod Renard: we had lots of rain earlier this week/last week
Bruce Mowbray: YAYYY. Hi, Eliza.
Agatha Macbeth: Woot
Mickorod Renard: Hi Eliza
Eliza Madrigal: Hiya! Sorry to be late
Agatha Macbeth: The barefoot contessa
Eden Haiku: But Spring is on its way, trees are starting to open tiny leaves :)
Mickorod Renard: We darn't start without you Eliza
Agatha Macbeth: Nope, never
Eden Haiku: Hello Eliza :)
Mickorod Renard: yes, lots of leaves and blossom
Eliza Madrigal: :) Let the wild rumpus start then, hah
Eden Haiku: hehe
Agatha Macbeth: Hoopoe away!
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: perhaps i could ask if anyone has a report?
Bruce Mowbray: I do.
Agatha Macbeth: Bang!
Agatha Macbeth: Sorry
Mickorod Renard: great..saved
Bruce Mowbray: heh heh
Mickorod Renard: he he
Eliza Madrigal: I have one that I wasn't able to clean up very well. I'll add it to the comments once posted perhaps
Bruce Mowbray: ready for it now?
Eden Haiku: Well, I didn',t dare write one. Raffi doesn't like reports :(
Agatha Macbeth: She's not here :p
Eliza Madrigal grins
Agatha Macbeth: (Yet)
Mickorod Renard: well, we have no questions on emails so reports are good
Eden Haiku: I have notes though. But listening to Bruce now :)
Agatha Macbeth: Agreed
Bruce Mowbray: kk, here I go.
Agatha Macbeth also listens
Bruce Mowbray: I’ll copy/paste my report, so please tell me if I’m going too fast.
Mickorod Renard: ok, take it away Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: I’ve so far read only up to “The story of Sheikh San’an” – so I’m not even a third of the way through the entire poem.
Bruce Mowbray: I’m suspending all of my previous – perhaps cynical – criticisms of the hoopoe’s Guru-like judgments of the birds’ diverse foibles.
Bruce Mowbray: The hoopoe’s descriptions of the birds’ foibles serve the poem’s ultimate purpose: the revelation of an Ultimate [mystical] Reality.
Bruce Mowbray: This Reality is not Buddhism’s “Enlightenment” (a minimum requirement for Nirvana); nor is it Christianity’s “Salvation” (a minimum requirement for Heaven); nor is it Hinduism’s “Moksha” (a minimum requirement for freedom from the cycle of death and rebirth.)
Bruce Mowbray: The hoopoe’s Ultimate Reality requires the total disappearance of the individual into union with an un-namable and indescribable “Divinity.”
Bruce Mowbray: This union would be precisely the same thing as the purest forms of mysticism in Christianity, Islam, and Judaism.
Bruce Mowbray: A personal realization that Ultimate Reality is non-dual is thought by mystics of all major religious traditions to be a validating means of knowledge of this Reality. As Jesus supposedly phrased it, “The Father and I are one.”
Bruce Mowbray: Now I’m keen to find out how the birds are persuaded to make [and then how they do make] their “journey” to the Reality that the hoopoe holds out to them. [done] Thank you.
Eden Haiku: Thanks Bruce.
Mickorod Renard: wow, well done Bruce and very well presented
Storm Nordwind: Thank you Bruce.
Bruce Mowbray: ty.
Eliza Madrigal: Thanks Bruce, wonderful
Eden Haiku: As the hoopoe puts it: "" He is always near to us though we/Live far from his transcendent majesty/A hundred thousand veils of dark and light"
Storm Nordwind: Adding a little to your ideas, Bruce, it is also not Bhakti.
Storm Nordwind: Bhakti is used in Hinduism and means utter devotion
Bruce Mowbray: right, not Bhakti (a form of yoga based of reverence and worship....)
Bruce Mowbray: (devotion)
Storm Nordwind: But a devotee wants to taste the sweetness and not become it, so there is always separation!
Mickorod Renard: ah, I see the diference , ty
Eden Haiku: loves the verse: " A hundred thousand veils of dark and light"
Eliza Madrigal: stunning, yes
Bruce Mowbray: yes, true mystics are willing to completely dissolve into God. . . . no duality . . . no separation.
Mickorod Renard: those sorts of phrases draw you into an expanse I think,,nice
Tura Brezoianu: It all seems intimidatingly extreme to me
Eliza Madrigal: my attention was drawn to the notion of the hoopoe as asking them to consider each other, too, and the 'shared quest'
Agatha Macbeth fans Tura
Mickorod Renard: can you say more Eliza?
Bruce Mowbray ponders the birds swarming before migration.
Eden Haiku: And he says he couldn't do the journey all by himself
Eliza Madrigal: “Be whole and journey to the Whole” may be a way to say that each one has to give up ‘their thing’ to take up the Quest and thus shine together.
Eliza Madrigal: or take up each other's things
Agatha Macbeth: No I in team...
Eden Haiku: I know our King- but how can I alone/Endure the journey to His distant throne
--BELL--
Eliza Madrigal nods... I read it more like the hoopoe holding a mirror to them, this time
Bruce Mowbray: this is reminiscent of the bodhisattva vow.
Storm Nordwind: It's not so far from some Buddhism, I guess, which in some forms involves realizing that any separation was an illusion in the first place, this you drop that illusion.
Tura Brezoianu: But there is a me, chopped up and backwards
Eliza Madrigal nods
Storm Nordwind: *and you
Eliza Madrigal smiles at Tura, say more?
Tura Brezoianu: just a quip :)
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: that was a question I asked myeslf the other day whilst reading,,the loosing of the 'I'
Agatha Macbeth loves quips
Eden Haiku: :)
Mickorod Renard: Does what you report raise any personal questions for you Bruce? I find that sort of quest and objective quite alluring
Bruce Mowbray: Joseph Campbell wrote, in his very last published book, that the purpose of established religion is to protect the worshipers from God. I think what he meant was that the established church is there to protect them from dissolving into God . . . as mystics would say.
Bruce Mowbray: to be quite personal about it, Mick, there were periods in my life when all I wanted to do was to dissolve into God.....
Tura Brezoianu: My I just gets realer and less soluble, the more I contemplate these things. I wonder what the hoopoe would say to me.
Agatha Macbeth: 'Hoo poo'
Mickorod Renard: ty Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: I also wonder that, Tura.
Eliza Madrigal: would make an interesting sally or shamanic journey, to journey to the inner hoopoe :)
Eden Haiku: giggles at Agatha's remark....
Agatha Macbeth: Quips!
Storm Nordwind: He would advise you to study Bokononism, Tura ;)
Agatha Macbeth: Must be a clever bird to even spell that...
Storm Nordwind chuckles
Eden Haiku: Ah! a fictitious religion says Goodle :)
Tura Brezoianu googles Bokononism
Mickorod Renard: I wonder about myself and whether I have a form of escapism, but having some previous feelings of disolving i have become a little addicted to the ambition
Bruce Mowbray: Bokononism (/ˈboʊkoʊnɒnˌɪzəm/) is a fictitious religion invented by Kurt Vonnegut and practiced by many of the characters in his novel Cat's Cradle. Many of the sacred texts of Bokononism were written in the form of calypsos. Bokononism is based on the concept of foma, which are defined as harmless untruths.
Eliza Madrigal marvels at the quickness of googlers
Agatha Macbeth: Yay Kurt
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Eden Haiku: yeah!
Eden Haiku: can you say more about your previous feelings of dissolving Mick?
Tura Brezoianu: Its supreme act of worship is prolonged contact between the naked soles of the feet of two persons.
Tura Brezoianu listens to Mick
Mickorod Renard: :)
Bruce Mowbray: I have long felt that the major job of every formal religion is to bring comfort to the devotees . . . So, it doesn't matter much to me whether the beliefs are real or not, only that they bring comfort.
Agatha Macbeth: Must try that sometime
Bruce Mowbray also listens for more from Mick.
Eden Haiku: contemplating nakes soles of feet of two people as worship :))
Agatha Macbeth: Sole mates
Mickorod Renard: I dont know if I can say much , but I felt a certain comfort and belonging and beauty and love ..in loosing my self in some ..greater thing
Bruce Mowbray: I could worship beauty, for sure.
Mickorod Renard: too deep to respond to in a few words
Bruce Mowbray nods, understands.
Eliza Madrigal understands
Eden Haiku: remembers how Mick was traveling in the giant's body of TSK exercise and meeting "someone" there...
Mickorod Renard: but like life is actually perfect,even with its foibles ..and giving in to that is also comforting,,but dificult to hold
Eliza Madrigal: oneness moments seem to firmly lodge the quest
Bruce Mowbray: in fact, as a pantheist, I feel that Beauty is foundational in the cosmos. And underlying template of all existence.
Bruce Mowbray: I also agree with Mick that foibles are part of the perfection.
Bruce Mowbray: no wholeness without foibles.
Agatha Macbeth: Foibles!
Eliza Madrigal: fragments
Bruce Mowbray: once an individual has experienced what Eliza is calling Oneness, everything changes in life . . . and the experience is unforgettable.
Eden Haiku: nods to Eliza about oneness momemts firmly lodging the quest
Mickorod Renard: I wonder whether we could discuss the amount we have allotted to read?
Bruce Mowbray: yes, let's do that
Bruce Mowbray: I'm a bit confused.
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Agatha Macbeth: Moi aussi
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: I guess that may have been what I felt,,it leaves a hunger to return there
Mickorod Renard: well, I have read what was laid out to read but found it large
Bruce Mowbray: totally agrees with Mick.... about the hunger to return.
Eden Haiku: Read the whole part too.Found Sheikh San’an’s story quite misogynistic
Eliza Madrigal: I can add the end of my report notes as well at some point.
Eliza Madrigal listens
Mickorod Renard: especially if wanted to take certain parts for discussion
--BELL--
Eden Haiku: listens to Eliza
Bruce Mowbray: I have also posted eight audio recordings . . . for anyone interested in listening along as she reads.
Mickorod Renard: yes, so good of you to do so Bruce ty
Bruce Mowbray: [they are all in the play as being Google email.)
Eliza Madrigal: thanks Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: yw :)
Mickorod Renard: if Eliza could add to the report, we could think about how much we would like to read whilst reading
Eliza Madrigal: I'm really interested in the misogyny aspects too...but this time I guess I was trying to connect with the hoopoe's intentions still....
Eliza Madrigal: > Perhaps it isn’t about the Simorgh, but about challenging them to test their limits, and evolve. The hoopoe has tasted the ‘glory’ of connection with/in the Simorgh, and has come back to show mirror their wholeness, too. Think of all traditions where one has to place something on the altar, the act of which throws that [god, whatever it is, self, ‘you seeing’, everything under the banner of “my”] into question, even if for a split second. “Not my will but Thine.” One doesn’t have to see it as a deity requiring that for their ego, but because [whatever it is] may be obscuring vision. As in the Ox-herding stories, a closed self may be given up in order to be given back, more open, connected in/as the world (not sure since we haven’t read the whole book yet!)
Eliza Madrigal: -show* (done)
Eden Haiku: Wow, great report Eliza!
Mickorod Renard: Nice report Eliza
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Mickorod Renard: am I to understand that was kjust the end of your report?
Eliza Madrigal: ty, I always try to see 'whatever we are doing here' in what we're reading, lol
Eliza Madrigal: yes
Mickorod Renard: hands up who wants the rest?
Mickorod Renard: he he
Eden Haiku: Have seen the overview in another version, so I know the Simorgh is made ip of... but maybe I should shut my mouth about this now :)
Eliza Madrigal: ooh, IM me, ahhahah
Eden Haiku: *made up of...
Mickorod Renard: its ok Eden, I bet we have all read synopsis
Eden Haiku: Raises hand
Agatha Macbeth pokes Liz
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Eliza Madrigal listens to Eden
Eden Haiku: Simorgh is made up of all the reflections of all the birds :)
Bruce Mowbray: yes, Eden . . . the make- up of the Simorgh is also explained in the PDF version. . . [ listens to Eden]
Bruce Mowbray: thirty birds....
Eliza Madrigal: aaahhh :) so I'm not projecting but actually reading :) Thank you
Eden Haiku: Just like in a flock of birds making a whole as it moves through the sky
Agatha Macbeth: The Allfather?
Agatha Macbeth: (Like Odin)
Storm Nordwind: Surely not?
Bruce Mowbray: it reminded me of Christianity's "Communion of Saints"
Eden Haiku: Etymologically Si means thirthy and morgh means birds :)
Agatha Macbeth laughs
Bruce Mowbray: yep: 30 birds.
Eliza Madrigal: neat
Eden Haiku: Yes, Communion of Saints, Bruce...
Eden Haiku: 30 is symbolic of "all birds'" i would think
Bruce Mowbray: one thing I realized when I visited the monastery that Thomas Merton was part of in Kentucky - was the importance of shared experience.
Bruce Mowbray: by that I mean, I took real comfort in knowing that somewhere on the planet there were persons in prayer . . . even when I was not
Bruce Mowbray: that of course is the main job of monasteries.
Eden Haiku: :)
Storm Nordwind: And nunneries.
Bruce Mowbray: yes and nunneries also.
Agatha Macbeth: :P
Bruce Mowbray: may be the insight timer is a high-tech version of that
Bruce Mowbray: we can all meditate together.\ worldwide
Eliza Madrigal nods a pointer to that sensibility
Eliza Madrigal: I notice much of what we do is like that... alongside, but weaving in and out of one another's quests
Bruce Mowbray: ╔═.♥.═══════════════════╗
Bruce Mowbray: •~-.¸¸,.-~*' BEAUTIFUL !
Bruce Mowbray: ╚═══════════════════.♥.═╝
Mickorod Renard: it is funny how we are tho, on an individual basis....my g.daughter was telling me she had no friends,,but what she really meant was that she wanted to be the centre and the leader........sometimes we jepardise our fun by our intransigeance......yet also we loose our individualism by joining the flock
Mickorod Renard: sorry re spelling
Bruce Mowbray: np. Mick.
Eliza Madrigal: what a great example Mick
Eden Haiku: Yep: both desires are alive in us: to be immersed in a flock and to be an individual, you are right Mick :)
Bruce Mowbray ponders how birds swarm and seem to know spontaneously how to stay part of the harmony of the mass.
Eden Haiku: And to dance happily into the flock and out might be the key to our joy :)
Eliza Madrigal beams
Mickorod Renard: :)
Bruce Mowbray: https://okok1111111111.blogspot.com/...-starling.html
Eden Haiku: sees rays of gold light beaming from Eliza"s heart :))))
Agatha Macbeth melts
Eliza Madrigal: I wondered how much the individual accumulations of the birds, and individual freedoms, were also fortifications, not quite believing in fellow bird
Eden Haiku: Saw a buddhist nun on my street today. Her golden clothes were so bright into the grey rainy day !
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Mickorod Renard: nice
Storm Nordwind: :)
Bruce Mowbray: oh my!
--BELL--
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: how do you mean again Eliza?
Eden Haiku: She saw me taking a picture of a tree with fresh buds and had this wonderful smile :) She was flying with us maybe?
Bruce Mowbray: no separation.
Eliza Madrigal: aw, nice moment
Agatha Macbeth loves flying with Edie
Eden Haiku: same same Agatha :)))
Eliza Madrigal: same
Agatha Macbeth: :)
Eliza Madrigal: @mick, perhaps thinking about disarmament lately
Mickorod Renard: Eliza, did you mean the Birds were in comfort zones and not wanting to leave them?
Eden Haiku: Looking sternly at Agatha's and Eliza's long flowing hair who could corrupt a sheikh's trusting heart...
Eden Haiku: Ooops...
Storm Nordwind chuckles
Mickorod Renard: disarmament is in reverse here
Agatha Macbeth: 0.0
Bruce Mowbray: "The story of Sheikh San’an" is VERY long. The audio version is 32 minutes in length. ( I've not posted that one yet.)
Eliza Madrigal laughs
Tura Brezoianu: I found that story the most disturbing
Agatha Macbeth: We'll leave that for next time then :p
Mickorod Renard: whereabouts is that bit Bruce?
Eden Haiku: Storm's flowing hair couldn't cause harm because he is a MAN. This story has undertones and overtones of hatred for women.
Bruce Mowbray: it's about one third of the way into the entire poem.
Mickorod Renard: ah yes
Mickorod Renard: read that
Bruce Mowbray: that was one of the things that made me suspicious about it, Eden.
Storm Nordwind: Institutionalized hatred perhaps Eden. Institutionalized by religion,
Tura Brezoianu: I write off the misogyny as just the times he lived in.
Bruce Mowbray nods, agrees.
Eden Haiku: Yes, and it reminds me of ISIS ideology...
Mickorod Renard: yes, I noticed that too..along with anti christian
Bruce Mowbray: really?
Eliza Madrigal: that's the only way to read many things unfortunately
Agatha Macbeth prefers the goddess
Eden Haiku: Well, Tura, we are reading it now...
Eliza Madrigal: and yet also look at it clearly since it is by no means past in our world
Bruce Mowbray: There is always a danger of literal-ism with religious traditions....
Tura Brezoianu: The single-minded, fanatical devotion demanded by "Love" seems completely over the top
Mickorod Renard: now then, how far do we want to read this comming week?
Storm Nordwind: Yes Bruce, and that possibility is taken advantage by those whose ends it serves.
Bruce Mowbray listens for the next week's assignment.
Eliza Madrigal: perhaps this story is what we should read... to be on this page together?
Eden Haiku: Imams in France refuse to take out the command to kill Jews, Christians and the non-believers...
Eden Haiku: In the Koran I mean
Mickorod Renard: well, we have a schedule,but can change it
Bruce Mowbray: remind us of what's on tap for next week, Mick, please.
Eden Haiku: listens
Mickorod Renard: have all got as far as we sggested?
Agatha Macbeth: Where was that?
Eliza Madrigal giggles
Eliza Madrigal: I love us but oh dear, hahah
Eden Haiku: Oh dear :)
Mickorod Renard: week one: lines after prologue 'the conference of the birds' 616 ------1596 week two : lines 1597---------2318 choose a leader week three: lines 2318--------3270 the phoenix week four: lines 3270-----------4130 Zuleikha has Joseph whipped week five: lines 4130 ---------end The Journey
Agatha Macbeth: I love us too
Bruce Mowbray: thank you.
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Agatha Macbeth: Thanks Mick
Mickorod Renard: so, we could shorten the week two
Agatha Macbeth: Which week is this again?
Eden Haiku: So up to "the phoenix" next time? Or shall we break it down?
Eliza Madrigal is still operating without numbers
Mickorod Renard: thats right Eedsen
Mickorod Renard: Eden
Eden Haiku: Oh, I thought this was week two sorry....
Storm Nordwind: And are we meeting on Monday again too?
Agatha Macbeth: 'I am not a number I am a person'
Agatha Macbeth: We *were* here on Mon Stormy
Eliza Madrigal: Monday's session was great to read. After next week I'll try to make both days
Mickorod Renard: we could read up to around 1960
Agatha Macbeth: That far back?
Agatha Macbeth: I wasn't born
Storm Nordwind splashes Agatha
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Agatha Macbeth: Nyan
Eden Haiku: Ok, that sounds like a good idea Mick, What are the words corresponding to 1960?
Eliza Madrigal: go back to the original page
Storm Nordwind: The birds set off on their journey, pause, then choose a leader. They heard the tale; the birds were all on fire To quit the hindrance of the Self; desire To gain the Simorgh had convulsed each heart; Love made them clamour for the journey’s start. They set out on the Way, a noble deed! Hardly had they begun when they agreed
Mickorod Renard: a bird complains about the self?
Eliza Madrigal sits on hands and waits to hear directions to follow, not interrupting again
Agatha Macbeth: There is no bird
Mickorod Renard: A bird complains of the self
Eliza Madrigal giggling too hard, OK
Mickorod Renard: thats about half of the original section
Eden Haiku: Confused.
Agatha Macbeth: Good job Aph's not here :p
Storm Nordwind: hehe!
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Eliza Madrigal: Oh, sorry... it was me. I meant original as in 'before you were born' to Agatha
Eliza Madrigal hangs head
Agatha Macbeth: Eh?
Eden Haiku: I thought we had to read up ' to choose a leader" for today...
Storm Nordwind chuckles
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Mickorod Renard: its after 'a pauper in love with the king of egypt
Bruce Mowbray: OK. that would put us right at the end of "The story of Sheikh San’an"
Storm Nordwind: We did Eden. I posted that start of the next section. Or so I thought...
Agatha Macbeth: Can't say pharoah than that
Mickorod Renard: ah, hold on then
Eden Haiku: Yes, please Mick :)
Mickorod Renard: he he
--BELL--
Agatha Macbeth: OMG Korel is on
Storm Nordwind: !
Mickorod Renard: helpppppp
Eden Haiku: I don't have lines numbered in my PDF so I need words :)
Agatha Macbeth: NO onigokkos please!
Mickorod Renard: the weeks go from Thursday to Thursday
Bruce Mowbray: I don't have numbered lines either, Eden.
Eliza Madrigal: me too
Mickorod Renard: Monday is not official
Agatha Macbeth: Maybe just go by the words then
Eden Haiku: cannot come on Monday afternoons
Storm Nordwind: In the PDF "choose a leader" is near the end of Page 46
Eden Haiku: yes, I have that on page 46
Mickorod Renard: so we got as far as 1598
Agatha Macbeth: So that's where we're down to?
Eden Haiku: So where do we have to read to now?
Bruce Mowbray: this section: The birds set off on their journey, pause, then choose a leader.
Mickorod Renard: then this week should start with choose a leader
Eliza Madrigal: OK
Mickorod Renard: and stop at the phoenic
Eden Haiku: Yes, starting point is clear. But where do we stop?
Storm Nordwind: And according to Mick, we read to the end of page 76
Agatha Macbeth: By this week do you mean next week? :p
Mickorod Renard: however, we could stop before the phoenix
Eliza Madrigal: Hi ...., you're welcome to join us if you like
Eden Haiku: Page 76 sounds good. A smaller chunk of reading.
Agatha Macbeth: Yes come and be confused
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Bruce Mowbray dies from laughing....
Eden Haiku: Welcome into babbling flock of birds
Mickorod Renard: so we could stop this week at where I suggested
Mickorod Renard: A bird complains of self
Eden Haiku: Which is?
Mickorod Renard: approx line 1960
Eden Haiku: Ah! A bird complains of self. Good! Thanks Mick.
Agatha Macbeth: Right
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Bruce Mowbray: kk, thank you all.
Agatha Macbeth: Glad that's sorted...
Eliza Madrigal: thanks Bruce, everyone
Agatha Macbeth: Scrape well Brucie
Mickorod Renard: my page 106
Bruce Mowbray: I must fly now... to scrape up supper.
Eden Haiku: Nice session Mick. Thank you for hosting :)
Mickorod Renard: thankyou all
Eliza Madrigal: :::claps:::
Eden Haiku: **********Applause!!**********
Mickorod Renard: and bye to all leaving
Eden Haiku: **********Applause!!**********
Eliza Madrigal: :))
Storm Nordwind waves
Agatha Macbeth sings 'I want to fly like an eagle let my spirit carry me...'
Eden Haiku: Have a great week end!
Mickorod Renard: I will send an email re the reading
Eliza Madrigal: ntsy Eden, thanks you too
Agatha Macbeth: A bientot Edie
Eden Haiku: A bientot!
Mickorod Renard: I hope thats not complicated it too much
Agatha Macbeth: NO MIck not at all!
Agatha Macbeth faints
Eliza Madrigal: probably simplified now
Mickorod Renard: I felt we wre skipping it a bit
Eliza Madrigal: going by the words will help a lot
Mickorod Renard: and as the journey begins we may find more questions
Storm Nordwind: We will follow you Mick. If you want to proceed more gently, then so will we. :)
Agatha Macbeth: The words of the birds
Eliza Madrigal nods
Mickorod Renard: ty Storm and all
Agatha Macbeth polishes Mick's head
Mickorod Renard: :)
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Storm Nordwind: For luck, Agatha?
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Mickorod Renard: I will organise a new time table and send via email
Agatha Macbeth: Plus I can check my hair in the reflection
Eliza Madrigal: I like your mention of your granddaughter's dilemma Mick, btw
Mickorod Renard: :) ty
Agatha Macbeth: Obviously not a Buddhist :p
Mickorod Renard: she is hurting and loosing out by her wanting to be the leader
Mickorod Renard: how do you advise
Eliza Madrigal: not 'anything' enough to hide feelings
Agatha Macbeth: 'I am ur leader'
Eliza Madrigal: can't advise, because maybe she should be a leader, maybe that's OK
Mickorod Renard: this is the problem
Agatha Macbeth: :3
Eliza Madrigal: or to have some context in which she can lead/channel that
Eliza Madrigal: teach her to lead by inclusion?
Storm Nordwind: Great acceptance comes from encouraging others to be leader.
Storm Nordwind: *Greater
Mickorod Renard: she likes to do more boyish things too,,which doesnt help
Eliza Madrigal: many girls are very afraid to be assertive and give up lots of chances to grow that way
Agatha Macbeth: Ah
Mickorod Renard: my fault,,as i have her flying drones and helicopters or tanks etc
Agatha Macbeth smiles
Eliza Madrigal smiles
Storm Nordwind: That's great!
Eliza Madrigal: invite some of her friends
Agatha Macbeth: She'll be riding your bike next
Mickorod Renard: but her fellow pupils play at make up and dolls stuff
Mickorod Renard: oh, she is already pressing me on that
Agatha Macbeth: Nothing wrong with that either :p
Storm Nordwind: Sounds like my step daughter
Eliza Madrigal: maybe friends need opportunities to step out of comfort zones?
Agatha Macbeth: Or twilight zones
Eliza Madrigal: I was girly but even I was aggravated by girl scout leaders wanting to make cookies :P
Eliza Madrigal wanted to go camping too :)
Mickorod Renard: this is what I have said, rather than force friends to do what she wants ..let them enjoy individual likes
Agatha Macbeth makes no comment whatsoever
Eliza Madrigal: :)
--BELL--
Mickorod Renard: I guess a few folk have read past the point I am setting for this following read?
Eliza Madrigal: everyone is so different, but maybe different angles to try to find harmony :)
Tura Brezoianu: Yes, I've read some way ahead.
Agatha Macbeth: Asha
Mickorod Renard: but perhaps if so it could for them be a chance of contemplation and drafting a report?
Eliza Madrigal: I think most, Mick. I'm only right at the misogyny
Eliza Madrigal: mhm, is there some feeling not to do reports though?
Tura Brezoianu: I shall try to do a report
Eliza Madrigal: I may have missed that
Eliza Madrigal: thanks Tura
Mickorod Renard: Great Tura
Mickorod Renard: originally I thought we may only have a few readers,,and that maybe the book was an easy read..but there is some meat in it
Mickorod Renard: each story could be looked at in depth
Agatha Macbeth: No worries Mick, I'm not a veggie
Eliza Madrigal: it touches deep places
Agatha Macbeth: Like you Liz
Eliza Madrigal: I like you too Agatha ;-)
Agatha Macbeth: Hehe
Mickorod Renard: if truth be known, If it wasnt for my G kids and various responsibilities I could loose my self tomorrow
Eliza Madrigal: Mick have you read this book with your grandkids before? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUm-I62dBb0
Agatha Macbeth: To a desert island or permanently? :p
Storm Nordwind: Loose like an arrow? Or lose in the desert?
Agatha Macbeth talks Mick down off the ledge
Eliza Madrigal: :))
Mickorod Renard: he he
Eliza Madrigal listens
Mickorod Renard: I have been in the desert..of the mind
Mickorod Renard: I mean, merge
Mickorod Renard: whats its name Eliza?
Mickorod Renard: if i open the link i will crash
Eliza Madrigal: Clown of God - just take a peek later
Mickorod Renard: I will ty, no not read yet
Eliza Madrigal: didn't mean to interrupt... do wonder what it would mean for you, to merge...
Eliza Madrigal: monastery life?
Agatha Macbeth: Mick in the desert
Mickorod Renard: I contemplated that for reasons of finding long enough silence
Mickorod Renard: maybe its just escapism..just so busy
Mickorod Renard: especially as I dont do anything..
Mickorod Renard: :)
Eliza Madrigal giggles
Storm Nordwind: You are lucky to experience any silence at all, Mick. I have never ever heard silence.
Mickorod Renard: well, i do have tinitus too
Agatha Macbeth: Is Denver *that* noisy?
Storm Nordwind: Me too. Life long.
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Agatha Macbeth: Oh dear
Storm Nordwind shrugs
Agatha Macbeth: Sorry to hear
Mickorod Renard: the nearest memory I have of silence is as a kid when snow falls
Storm Nordwind: Lovely memory :)
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: it like muffles sound
Agatha Macbeth: I often hear funny noises before I go to sleep
Mickorod Renard: the greatest joys in my life are also the noisiest too
Storm Nordwind: Dear friends, I must go now. Thank you Mick for hosting, and everyone else for their thoughtful comments and their company. :)
Mickorod Renard: good to see ya Storm
Agatha Macbeth: TC Stormy *hug*
Eliza Madrigal: thanks too, Storm :) bfn
Mickorod Renard: ty for coming
Eliza Madrigal: what sorts of sounds Agatha? just more sensitive at night before sleep?
Agatha Macbeth: Dunno
Agatha Macbeth: Sometimes like voices
Mickorod Renard: like mice scrathching?
Agatha Macbeth: Sometimes just noises
Mickorod Renard: ah
Agatha Macbeth: Nope, not anything in the real world
Agatha Macbeth: (Whatever that is)
Eliza Madrigal: hmm... maybe understand a little
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: is it the pipes?
Eliza Madrigal: once during a retreat I heard my mother calling me to come inside (memory from childhood)
Eliza Madrigal: but soooo clear
Agatha Macbeth: No Mick my pipes are definitely part of the real world
Mickorod Renard: wow
Eliza Madrigal: so maybe 'boundary' sounds
Agatha Macbeth: Specially when they LEAK
Mickorod Renard: wow Eliza too
Agatha Macbeth: Limnal stuff
Eliza Madrigal nods
Mickorod Renard: sub limnal?
Agatha Macbeth nods
Agatha Macbeth: Threshhold in Latin
--BELL--
Mickorod Renard: spooky
Agatha Macbeth: Not spooky men
Eliza Madrigal: :)) loved that
Agatha Macbeth laughs
Agatha Macbeth: Bhahari Ghibb
Eliza Madrigal: hahah
Mickorod Renard: do you live above a whitches covern?
Mickorod Renard: by chance?
Agatha Macbeth blinks
Agatha Macbeth: Oddly enough, no
Eliza Madrigal: doesn't everyone ;-)
Eliza Madrigal: lol
Mickorod Renard: seriously tho, thats quite an interesting phenomena
Agatha Macbeth: You're more likely to get that, living near the Rollrights :p
Mickorod Renard: you cannot record it? as its inner head?
Eliza Madrigal: can record it as much as taking a note of it
Agatha Macbeth: No I can't record it silly :P
Tura Brezoianu: scarier if you *could* record it
Eliza Madrigal: !
Agatha Macbeth thwops Mick
Agatha Macbeth: You stick to Rupert
Mickorod Renard: do you understand Latin?
Eliza Madrigal: harry potter pensieve
Agatha Macbeth: Some of it
Mickorod Renard: so u have a clue of its content?
Agatha Macbeth: Must be a Catholic thing
Agatha Macbeth: Oh we all use Latin everyday...scientific stuff
Agatha Macbeth: Greek too
Agatha Macbeth: And Arabic :P
Mickorod Renard: yeh, was just wondering..if it made sense.
Agatha Macbeth: Made sense to the Romans
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Agatha Macbeth: But only when reading it
Eliza Madrigal pulls herself away to tend to dog <3
Agatha Macbeth: Spoken Latin was quite different
Agatha Macbeth: Woof
Mickorod Renard: or if you had a catholic upbringing it could be a throwback to stuff heard as a child?
Eliza Madrigal: ((((( ))))) much appreciation, thank you
Agatha Macbeth: Love to Georgie
Mickorod Renard: bye Liz,,ty
Agatha Macbeth: Could be
Tura Brezoianu: time I was going. Goodnight all
Agatha Macbeth: Haven't been to church for years ha
Agatha Macbeth: TC Tu
Mickorod Renard: I guess u r comfortable with it now?
Mickorod Renard: bye Tura
Agatha Macbeth: Comfortable with...?
Mickorod Renard: the latin sounds
Agatha Macbeth: Oh yeah
Agatha Macbeth: Don't hear it spoken much tho
Agatha Macbeth: Even priests use English now
Mickorod Renard: yes, or Irish
Agatha Macbeth: Well since 1962 in fact
Agatha Macbeth: In Ireland, probably
Agatha Macbeth: The vernacular as they say
Mickorod Renard: he he
Mickorod Renard: well, I guess I had best go..I hope to get a few mins to myself tomorrow
Mickorod Renard: but doubt it
Agatha Macbeth: Hope you do Mick
Agatha Macbeth: Enjoy your solitude :)
Mickorod Renard: I might get some fresh canvas and do a painting
Agatha Macbeth: Ducks?
Mickorod Renard: I seen a hot babe to paint
Agatha Macbeth: Hoopoes?
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Agatha Macbeth: Your wife
Mickorod Renard: he he
Agatha Macbeth: How is she?
Mickorod Renard: she is fine ty
Agatha Macbeth: Good to hear
Agatha Macbeth: Bless her
Mickorod Renard: having a respite between jobs
Agatha Macbeth: Wish she'd come to PaB again
Agatha Macbeth: I still remember her hair
Mickorod Renard: and doing a diabetes clinic thingsy
Mickorod Renard: yes, was a bit glowy
Agatha Macbeth: Just a bit
Mickorod Renard: I will try and tempt her
Agatha Macbeth: Made her look radioactive
Mickorod Renard: to be fair we havnt a second laptop capable
Agatha Macbeth: Ah
Agatha Macbeth: Pity
Mickorod Renard: but she needs one as without a works one at mo
Mickorod Renard: although I can use my phone
Agatha Macbeth nods
Agatha Macbeth: Such is life
Mickorod Renard: but its not easy on phone
Agatha Macbeth: Well I'd better go and post this
Agatha Macbeth: Before I doze off
Mickorod Renard: thanks Ags. r u sure u dont mind?
Agatha Macbeth: I have more time than you :)
Mickorod Renard: thanks, ur a pal
Agatha Macbeth: I *am* the resident scribe anyway :)
Mickorod Renard: nite nite
Agatha Macbeth: TC
Agatha Macbeth: Have fun
Mickorod Renard: and u