The Guardian for this meeting was Mick. The comments are by Agatha Macbeth.

Mickorod Renard: Hi Tura
Tura Brezoianu: hi Mick
Mickorod Renard: just gonna copy some notes for a mo
Bruce Mowbray: 's current display-name is "Bruce".
Tura Brezoianu: hi Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Tura and Mick.
Mickorod Renard: Hi Bruce
Mickorod Renard: just sorting my notes
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Mickorod Renard: seem to be stuck on correcting spelling
Agatha Macbeth: Evening all
Mickorod Renard: Hi Ags
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, aggers.
--BELL--1.00
Mickorod Renard: I give up..my spelling mistakes will have to carry on
Agatha Macbeth: Lizzy ♥
Agatha Macbeth: Get a dragon Mick
Mickorod Renard: Hi Liz
Eliza Madrigal: Hello :)
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Eliza.
Bruce Mowbray left his Dragon in its cage today.
Agatha Macbeth: Stormy :)
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Storm.
Mickorod Renard: Hi Storm
Eliza Madrigal: Hi Storm :)
Storm Nordwind: Hi everyone :)
Mickorod Renard: nice croud again!
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Agatha Macbeth: We're a very nice crowd
Bruce Mowbray: Bleu cometh to make it even nicer.
Agatha Macbeth: A very very nice crowd
Mickorod Renard: he he ,,better spelling
Storm Nordwind looks around to assess the niceness quotient
Agatha Macbeth: Ara :)
Bruce Mowbray: Hi,, ara!
Mickorod Renard: my spelling is seriously getting worse,,I fear it may be something bad
Eliza Madrigal: Hi Ara :)
Agatha Macbeth: Sitting on my lap again eh
Mickorod Renard: Hi Ara
Bleu Oleander: 's current display-name is "Bleu".
Eliza Madrigal: Hi Bleu :)
Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Bleu.
Bleu Oleander: hi all :)
Mickorod Renard: Hi Blue
Agatha Macbeth: Bleuji :)
arabella Ella: Hiya!
Agatha Macbeth: Aww
Agatha Macbeth: That was fun
Mickorod Renard: now, when I need to misspell I can't..luike Blue
Bruce Mowbray: Bloooo
Agatha Macbeth: That's the colour of my room...
Mickorod Renard: is that a song?
Bruce Mowbray hopes someone has a report today.
Mickorod Renard: I am happy to start
Agatha Macbeth: Moi aussi
Eliza Madrigal: great :)
Bruce Mowbray: Great, listens
Mickorod Renard: should noone else wish to
Mickorod Renard: go for it Aggs
Agatha Macbeth: Ye of the radioactive tail
Mickorod Renard: :)
Bruce Mowbray listens for aggers' report.
Agatha Macbeth: ?
Agatha Macbeth: What report
Bruce Mowbray: "Moi ouci"?
Mickorod Renard: ah, ags was saying in reply to Bruces
Agatha Macbeth: Eh??
Bruce Mowbray: ahhh!
Mickorod Renard: ok,,I will start
Agatha Macbeth is confused already
Bruce Mowbray: well then, let's hear Mick's.
Agatha Macbeth: Mick's what?
Bruce Mowbray: REPORT!
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Eliza Madrigal: "the birds ask for a report"
Bruce Mowbray: 
Mickorod Renard: I read many of the individual poems again but kept coming back to Bruce's question of should we be somewhere else.
Agatha Macbeth: Maybe I should go out and come in again
Bruce Mowbray nods, me too.
Agatha Macbeth listens
Bruce Mowbray also listens.
Mickorod Renard: I found Bruce's question very thought stimulating on several levels. Reference to our time on earth /or in this body being so small or insignificant in some poems made me wonder whether there is a place outside what we know.
Mickorod Renard: Then there are references to how we spend our lives allowing the self to rule our thoughts and values and whether there is a place to spiritually inhabit away from what has become regular existence.
Mickorod Renard: Or of course , like the birds, having carved our lives out with our attachment to what we 'love' like family and friends and comforts earned from life of work and choices. Should we turn our backs and take up a life like a monk or nun, focusing on what many in the world consider irrelavent fantacy? And so on......
Mickorod Renard: done
Eliza Madrigal: ty Mick
Mickorod Renard: but did Bruce have other thoughts on where else
Eliza Madrigal: renunciation is seen as a stage in some tradtions
Agatha Macbeth: Depends what you're renouncing I guess
Mickorod Renard: looks up renunciation
Mickorod Renard: ah
Storm Nordwind: "a place outside what we know" ... Maybe we are already a part of what we know. And also already a part of what we don't know. If so, perhaps there is no place outside.
Bruce Mowbray: renunciation, sacrifice, transcendence . . .
--BELL--1.15
Agatha Macbeth: Once I work that out Stormy I'll think about it :p
Tura Brezoianu: All the traditions speak of a Path, and a path is something that goes somewhere.
Agatha Macbeth: Unless it's the road to nowhere
Bruce Mowbray: Perhaps another way to ask that question, Mick, might be, "Are the physical/emotional/spiritual containers that we occupy adequate to what the hoopoe requires?"
Storm Nordwind: Some do indeed Tura. But not all.
Bruce Mowbray: or what he speaks of, anyway.
Mickorod Renard: could the other place be what we know but have become distanced from due to our selfish hold onto what we have created for ourselves?
arabella Ella: And is the path in most if not al traditions a path where worldly riches are given up, where there is no attachment to worldly goods, simply humility and compassion?
Eliza Madrigal: Nekkhamma (Sanskrit:) is a Pali word generally translated as "renunciation" or "the pleasure of renunciation" while also conveying more specifically "giving up the world and leading a holy life" or "freedom from lust, craving and desires."
Eliza Madrigal: I think it is something we could secularly call 'suspension of belief" as well
Mickorod Renard: ty Eliza
Agatha Macbeth: Sounds boring ;-)
Eliza Madrigal: distance to question
Eliza Madrigal: without that, no transformation possible?
Eliza Madrigal: (on a personal level I feel humans are always transforming)
Agatha Macbeth ponders Liz as a nun
Bruce Mowbray: In my present "container," I have lust, craving, and desire. Do I need to leave my container?
Mickorod Renard: I would like to think that there is a compromise
Bleu Oleander: suspension of belief of everything? including transformation?
Eliza Madrigal wanted to be a nun, as a young protestant girl :P
Agatha Macbeth: Oh my
arabella Ella: transcendence rather than transformation I think Bleu
Eliza Madrigal: maybe Bleu, I think it comes to that quite often :))
Bleu Oleander: that never crossed my mind :)
Mickorod Renard: I love that question Bruce, and wanted to come back to what u said a few lines up
Agatha Macbeth: Audrey Madrigal
Storm Nordwind: This is Second Life Eliza. Now's your chance ;)
Eliza Madrigal giggles wildly
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh go for it!
Bruce Mowbray: as with alchemy - ( also a metaphorical means of transformation) - the poem is replete with metaphors, that we ought not take too literally.
Eliza Madrigal: it is probably why life kept buddhism hidden from me until after I had children, hahahah
Mickorod Renard: well said Bruce
Eliza Madrigal smiles and listens
Bruce Mowbray: did you want to say something more, Mick?
Bleu Oleander: what is keeping your next transformation hidden from you now?
Mickorod Renard: only in so much as get to what you mean by our container..or is that conainment?
Eliza Madrigal: :) nice question bleu
arabella Ella: container - as in the buble within which we live?
Mickorod Renard: in a way there is a suggestion of freeing ourselves
Bruce Mowbray: by using the word "container" I was referring to our physical and mental bodies, but a metaphor can also be a container, each of the parables in the story is a container, etc..
Bleu Oleander: its a key question I think and one that's difficult to answer because if we knew, we'd go there perhaps?
Mickorod Renard: yes, like that question Blue
arabella Ella: some parables in the poem also point towards defects in oneself that only others can see, which we tend not to see in ourseves
Bruce Mowbray: excellent point, Arabella
Eliza Madrigal nods
Agatha Macbeth smiles
Mickorod Renard: choose to ignor too
Eliza Madrigal: reality tunnels/bubbles
Mickorod Renard: e*
Storm Nordwind: I don't know if we'd go there Bleu. We may have a lot of choices. We may know about them. We may choose one but it may be mutually exclusive to the others. Or we could choose to stay at home. :)
Mickorod Renard: we are like the birds
Bleu Oleander: yes :)
Eliza Madrigal: seeing many bubbles but not being able to reconcile or integrate them can be paralyzing, too
Bruce Mowbray: by the way, the term "ecstasy" means to stand outside of . . . so maybe such a perception or vantage point is required for what the hoopoe is talking about.
Eliza Madrigal: interesting, Bruce
Mickorod Renard: very interesting idea Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: in fact, ecstasy is probably the goal of every true mystic.
Bleu Oleander: can we ever stand outside of our vantage point?
Mickorod Renard: so maybe we can reach that..if temporarily
Bruce Mowbray: I believe in mysticism one can, yes.
Eliza Madrigal thinks of ecstasy as symptom
arabella Ella: but I don't think the poem is urging us to go as far as being mystics, do you?
Tura Brezoianu: You can stand outside of your previous one
Bruce Mowbray: well, actually, that's exactly what I think the poem is saying.
Eliza Madrigal nods
Bruce Mowbray: of course the poem is also highly critical of the standard, traditional ways of being spiritual.
arabella Ella: I think (I may be mistaken) it asks us to live as perfect a life as possible but how attainable is true 100 percent perfection?
Eliza Madrigal: it feels like it is continually saying there is a price... like you have to choose to lose all to gain the mystical, and then 'surprise' you may get both
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Bleu Oleander: how does one gain the mystical?
Eliza Madrigal: lose the self to gain the Self
Bruce Mowbray: as I've said before, the similarity to the parables of Jesus is remarkable.
arabella Ella: agrees with Bruce
Mickorod Renard: it could be posible to have all with a form of equanamity perhaps?
Storm Nordwind: The poem is written in the context of 12th century Islam. Maybe it is urging people in that context to be mystics as "other" to the prevailing attitudes. But does that apply to us here and now?
Bleu Oleander: good question
Bruce Mowbray: excellent question, Storm.... but my answer would be yes.
Eliza Madrigal: people are still seeking
Mickorod Renard: it may have been easier in the 12c
Bleu Oleander: what does it mean to be a mystic in today's context?
Mickorod Renard: as maybe we didnt have so much attachments in 12c
Eliza Madrigal: in previous times, reputation and tribe were everything...
arabella Ella: if you compare the hopoe and the birds to Jesus and his disciples, then the disciples did not withdraw from life and become mystics, they lived with people and 'went forth' and preached, etc.
--BELL--1.30
Bruce Mowbray: I was wondering if anyone else is becoming more and more endeared to the telling of the poem as we continue the readings. . . I'm finding the poem to be more pleasurable the farther along I go with it.
Mickorod Renard: great point Ara
Tura Brezoianu: I find the path set out by Attar rather narrow for me, a single-minded, desperate effort for a goal that I don't have confidence in.
Bruce Mowbray ponders what Tura just said. . .
Bruce Mowbray: "desperate"?
arabella Ella: Some of the parables involve being in real life and tempted by the devil and resisting temptation - translated into my language at least
Bleu Oleander: I think the poem is interesting to understand an aspect of 12th C thinking but I don't relate to it in the context of my life today
Storm Nordwind: Should we become cookie cutter birds? Like this? https://i.imgur.com/MWE1GzF.gif + https://i.imgur.com/H6LENLH.gif
Tura Brezoianu: Extreme.
Mickorod Renard: I too am finding it becoming addictive and pleasuable Bruce...yet also feel Tura's feelings that it may if stays the say be too nerrow
Bleu Oleander: 'cookie cutter birds' :)
Tura Brezoianu: I like the pictures
arabella Ella: Tura there is the beauty of the language, the quest for something which seems impossible, there are many levels of interpretation to the poem, not only the surface one.
Eliza Madrigal: :) cute
Bleu Oleander: the language is different depending on the translation of course
Eliza Madrigal: I see what he's describing as a component of the journey many travel... dots that connect looking back and one may wonder if they were all necessary, but they paint a picture
Bruce Mowbray: a picture with many diverse images, to be sure
Bruce Mowbray: life situations, etc.
Agatha Macbeth: 'Those are *my* dots? Wow'
Eliza Madrigal nods... and dots that do seem to resonate across time and others' experiences
Agatha Macbeth: Resonating dots
Mickorod Renard: I like the idea of seeing the self as a dog
Bruce Mowbray: apparently they resonate more with some of us than with others, though
Agatha Macbeth: ??
Eliza Madrigal nods
Agatha Macbeth: A dog Mick?
Eliza Madrigal: Not so connected with the dog comparison, but... listening :))
Bleu Oleander: don't we construct the dots/path in hindsight, editing as we go along?
Mickorod Renard: like for eg, one should be in control of the dog
Agatha Macbeth: A canine ego eh
Bleu Oleander: canine ego .... yep
Bruce Mowbray: Bye ara.
Mickorod Renard: itresonated with my self and ego anyway
Agatha Macbeth: Could be worse
Eliza Madrigal listens
Eliza Madrigal: Is that because of your experience with your unruly dog, Mick :))
Mickorod Renard: it reminded me of when i stopped smoking
Eliza Madrigal: ah
Mickorod Renard: I had to take control
Bruce Mowbray wishes he were as good a person as his dogs thought he was, and also wishes he were as capable of making the journey as the hoopoe feels that the birds are.
Bruce Mowbray: welcome back, ara.
arabella Ella: ty and apologies Ara was out of control
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Bleu Oleander: :)
Agatha Macbeth: What a girl!
Mickorod Renard: take control Ara
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh be a dog
arabella Ella: trying hard
Bruce Mowbray: control is a tough nut, you know.
Agatha Macbeth: Just stay out of the water :p
Bleu Oleander: control is overrated
arabella Ella: the poem is also about control
Eliza Madrigal: good point
Storm Nordwind: Substitute "friends" for "dogs" in what you said Bruce. We're each a friendly spur to each other. :)
arabella Ella: about how to control ourselves
Bruce Mowbray: yes it is, I agree with ara
Mickorod Renard: Bruce, your dogs loved you, that is testament to how great you are
arabella Ella: self discipline
Bruce Mowbray: I feel it is more a testament to how equanimous they were.
Bruce Mowbray: no preference, n prejudice...
Eliza Madrigal: I think I just have a lot of loose ends with 'self' analogies and ways of talking about the transformational process of the questionable self, so I want to argue with all of them
Bruce Mowbray: no*
Eliza Madrigal: it isn't a terrible one I suppose... a companion going along vs. making you chase it
Agatha Macbeth: Sirius B
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: Dogs can be comfortable with a simple meal and somewhere dry to sleep
Agatha Macbeth: Sirius is the dog star, curiously
Bruce Mowbray: yes dogs have simple expectations of life.
arabella Ella: cats too
Bruce Mowbray: Ceres?
Agatha Macbeth: Nooo
Agatha Macbeth: Sirius Brucie
Agatha Macbeth: Siriusly
Bruce Mowbray: Hmmm.
Storm Nordwind: The brightest star in the sky Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: I must be thinking of the asteroid.
Agatha Macbeth nods
Mickorod Renard: so I fear that if taken the wrong way instead of finding our true humanity we may revert to simple creatures
Bleu Oleander: 'true humanity'?
Bruce Mowbray: "human" is also a sort of container . . .
arabella Ella: words are containers
Mickorod Renard: yes, what makes us diferent?
Bruce Mowbray: words are, indeed, containers.... as are poems.
Tura Brezoianu: We're the only creatures that can have this conversation
arabella Ella: and metaphors and parables
Bruce Mowbray nods.
Storm Nordwind: "we may revert to simple creatures" Individually, Mick, or collectively?
--BELL--1.45
Agatha Macbeth would love to be a simple creature occasionally
Mickorod Renard: we can phillosphis or debate between us these questions..that presumably animals cannote
Bruce Mowbray: oh yeah.
arabella Ella: Life today has become far too complex!
arabella Ella: and complicated
Agatha Macbeth: True dat Ara
Bleu Oleander: we may already be considered simple by other life forms
Agatha Macbeth: Just look at mesh :p
Bleu Oleander: lol
Eliza Madrigal grins
Agatha Macbeth: I might turn up here as Ruth next time
Eliza Madrigal: we have to evolve to catch up to complexity perhaps, we're lagging
Bleu Oleander: Ruthie :)
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Mickorod Renard: and of course, is there anything before birth or after death?
Storm Nordwind: The hoopoe will undoubtedly tell you
Eliza Madrigal: :)
Mickorod Renard: cos if not why are we bothering..life is short lets just sin
Agatha Macbeth: Like the visible spectrum - narrow band
Mickorod Renard: he he
Agatha Macbeth: Then there's all the other stuff you can't even see
Bleu Oleander: there are over 40 billion stars in our galaxy that host planets in the habitalble zone, surely there might be more intelligent life forms than us?
Agatha Macbeth: Well let's hope so!
Eliza Madrigal: I'm sure too, Bleu
Bruce Mowbray: her must certainly be other more intelligent beings, Bleu.
Bruce Mowbray: there*
Agatha Macbeth: Or the universe has problems
arabella Ella: Stephen Hawking is reported to have published a paper on other universes before he passed away
Tura Brezoianu: Where are they though, that's the question
Agatha Macbeth: Yay Steve
Storm Nordwind: he did
Bruce Mowbray: multiverses, as if just one were not enough.
Mickorod Renard: multiverse
Eliza Madrigal: many worlds is a little diff than multiverse, but don't ask me what that means :P
Agatha Macbeth: We went from bad to multiverse
Bleu Oleander: we had a salon on our sun and other stars last night ... the numbers are amazing
Eliza Madrigal: lol Agatha
arabella Ella: why are we counting, one multiverse, multiple multiverses, counting does not make sense in this context
Agatha Macbeth pokes Liz
Storm Nordwind: But can you rhyme in multiverse?
Eliza Madrigal guffaws
Bruce Mowbray ponders Drake's Equation.
Mickorod Renard: and we are only 2d projections or something
Agatha Macbeth: Dunno Stormy
Agatha Macbeth: Maybe Oscar knows
Bruce Mowbray: 3D projections, if I recall correctly.
arabella Ella: Ruthie knows!
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Agatha Macbeth: Ruthie knows all
Mickorod Renard: in fact mickorod even thinks someone is typing out what he is saying
Agatha Macbeth: He does?
Eliza Madrigal: "on the internet no one knows you are a dog"
Agatha Macbeth: You mean that guy who looks like Moby?
Mickorod Renard: bad speller tho
Bruce Mowbray: Seems that the projections of ourselves have projections of their own. . .
Eliza Madrigal: I have to run quickly, thanks for this session Mick and everyone (sorry to pop out early)
Agatha Macbeth: Awww
Bruce Mowbray: Bye, Eliza.
arabella Ella: bye Eliza
Agatha Macbeth Lizhugs
Tura Brezoianu: bye Eliza
Mickorod Renard: bye Liz
Mickorod Renard: ty
Bruce Mowbray: Liz just departed our little container.
Bruce Mowbray: with transparent walls, yet.
Mickorod Renard: so, can we round up what we have dicovered taday?
Agatha Macbeth: See through living space
Agatha Macbeth: OK
Bruce Mowbray listens for Roundup....
Mickorod Renard: blimey, that was australian I think
arabella Ella: I like the way the poem contains the little stories, the parables, as I feel people tend to remember stories more than simple recommendations and therefore stories are more effective when trying to convey a message
Agatha Macbeth: Strewth
Bruce Mowbray: I agree with ara.
Bruce Mowbray: and I love the varieties.
arabella Ella: likethe story of the man who did not see the defect in his lover's eye for the period of time when he loved her
Mickorod Renard: true Ara, I also work harder trying to understand them
arabella Ella: they are like fables Mick, each one contains a lesson for life
Storm Nordwind: Fables are good propaganda. But they may sometimes hide deeper truths rather than reveal them.
arabella Ella: they include examples of virtues, goodness, etc.
Bruce Mowbray: I like how caring and compassion seem to be recurring themes.
arabella Ella: agreed Storm
arabella Ella: although I would not use propaganda for fables
Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Brucie
Bruce Mowbray: there is also quite a bit of play of opposites --- particularly with social status: King and pauper, for example.
Storm Nordwind: It depends on the intent Ara. I would suggest it's not an inapplicable word for the hoopoe's stories.
arabella Ella: yes and with the opposities it is humility that plays a key role
Mickorod Renard: if one is devoid of all sins would they recognise them?
arabella Ella: ok possibly Storm
Agatha Macbeth: Good point
arabella Ella: they recognise them? who?
Mickorod Renard: I wondered whether the path would lead a person to equanamity through a processs
Storm Nordwind: Sin could easily be a relative term. If you're conscious of the word and what it means to you, then you would recognize them. (Though not necessarily in your blameless self! ;-))
Mickorod Renard: for eg, once one is say clean..then they may become an observer rather than a participant
Bruce Mowbray: let him who is without sin cast the first . . . Oooops. time to be scraping up supper.
arabella Ella: if you think you are blameless and without sin you are probably (in this context) guilty of arrogance
--BELL--2.00
Agatha Macbeth: Love to the squirrels Brucie
Mickorod Renard: bye Bruce, ty
arabella Ella: bye Brucie!
Storm Nordwind: Only to someone who thinks arrogance is a sin Ara. :)
Bruce Mowbray: Be well, good people.
Tura Brezoianu: one of the birds later on claims to be virtuous, and gets the dressing down you'd expect
Bruce Mowbray: Thank you Mick and aggers!
arabella Ella: agreed Storm that is why I said in this context
Tura Brezoianu: bye Bruce
Mickorod Renard: mm I know what you mean..but there must be an oportunity through process to redeam oneself
Mickorod Renard: maybe that is why we are here, to sin and learn from mistakes
arabella Ella: to redeem oneself (again in this context)I think one must be open to temptation and yet not fall into temptation (whatever it may be in each particular case - as in some of the parables)
Mickorod Renard: Ara, you mean there is no hope for any of us?
Mickorod Renard: :)
arabella Ella: as Bruce said earlier there are quite a few similarities to what Christianity preaches
arabella Ella: I cannot say there is no hope it is not up to me to judge and to be human is to hope!
Storm Nordwind: Mick, I know you have said you search for equanimity. And you wonder whether you can find that on this path. I would suggest there may be one *or more) paths where you'd find it. But I have doubts about it being on the one the hoopoe advocates. (Just a personal feeling, of course!).
Agatha Macbeth: Hopefully
arabella Ella: I'm forever hopeful
Mickorod Renard: thanks Storm, I am tempted to read the whole book but dont want to ..sort of spaoil it
arabella Ella: Mick what exactly do you mean by equanimity? It seems to be a term many use here?
arabella Ella: even tempered?
Agatha Macbeth: The last thing left in Pandora's Box
Mickorod Renard: its a term that came to me in my dreams years ago..its always been a subject I like
Mickorod Renard: my problem is I become to emotional when I see stuff that hurts me or what..and I feel that also can cause me to become angry
Agatha Macbeth: Snap
Mickorod Renard: whaich in turn I feel destroys the love I really want to project
Agatha Macbeth: All too often
arabella Ella: isn't that understandable? part of what it is to be human? emotional and sensitive?
Mickorod Renard: dificult to put into words in a second
Agatha Macbeth: Youdid it well
Storm Nordwind: It can be your next report Mick ;)
Agatha Macbeth: And spelled right too
Mickorod Renard: I have felta small sample of what it feels like..I like the way it is
Mickorod Renard: :)
Mickorod Renard: that is if I have attached the right word to it
arabella Ella: smiles
arabella Ella: Ask Aggers!
Agatha Macbeth is all ears
Storm Nordwind: Aggers is our lexicon
Mickorod Renard: well, end of session
arabella Ella: she certainly is
arabella Ella: and so good with words too
Agatha Macbeth: Isn't that a city in US?
Tura Brezoianu: I need to be going now
arabella Ella: bye Tura!
Mickorod Renard: thankyou to everyone for another fun session
Agatha Macbeth: Oh no, that's Lexington
Storm Nordwind: B Sirius ;)
Tura Brezoianu: goodnight all
Mickorod Renard: bye Tura and ty
Storm Nordwind waves
Agatha Macbeth: TC Tu
Agatha Macbeth: Yes we're a fun lot
Agatha Macbeth: Have been for 10 years now
Agatha Macbeth: A decade of mayhem and frolics
arabella Ella: nods
Mickorod Renard: amazing really
Agatha Macbeth: It is
Agatha Macbeth: Just wish I'd been here for the first 1.5
Mickorod Renard: feels like you had always been here Ags
Agatha Macbeth: It does dunnit
Storm Nordwind: This seems to have been a really stimulating and productive session, even if we didn't refer to the poem much. Seems to be the case on Thursdays rather than on Mondays where we talk about the poem more.
Agatha Macbeth: Think that's the form
Mickorod Renard: yes, I did have notes on the poems but we didnt need thaem
arabella Ella: Thanks for a grreat session, I must be off good night all!
Agatha Macbeth: Next time maybe
Agatha Macbeth: Be well Ara
Storm Nordwind: Bye Ara. gtsy!
Agatha Macbeth: Love to the Med
Mickorod Renard: bye Ara
--BELL--2.15
Agatha Macbeth: I accidentaly drank some of it once (The Med)
Agatha Macbeth: Really salty
Mickorod Renard: well, I am looking forward to finding more stimulus in the next section
Agatha Macbeth: I'll be glad when they start the journey
Storm Nordwind: You do well with leading this Mick. :)
Agatha Macbeth: You do
Mickorod Renard: even tho I fear it may become more propoganderish
Storm Nordwind: I don't ever enjoy reading it. But I still do. And I enjoy these sessions hearing what other birds are thinking. :)
Mickorod Renard: thanks Storm..but in reality I am inadequate
Agatha Macbeth: The trick is seeing beyond the propaganda
Agatha Macbeth: Or beneath it
Agatha Macbeth: Or around it
Mickorod Renard: he he , true Ags, I tend to take an inocents approach
Agatha Macbeth: Struggling with me preps
Agatha Macbeth: I tend to think innocent is the best approach
Mickorod Renard: well, I had best go check on sleeping kids
Agatha Macbeth: Be well gramps
Storm Nordwind: Childlike wonder combined with mature suspicion :)
Mickorod Renard: got two here today
Agatha Macbeth: Lucky you
Mickorod Renard: Pema was an advocate of childlike wonderment
Mickorod Renard: I think
Agatha Macbeth: Good for him
Storm Nordwind: Me too
Mickorod Renard: great!
Storm Nordwind: It's easier as you get older
Agatha Macbeth: Often easier said than done mind
Storm Nordwind: Because you forget the first time you encountered something and you see it anew!
Mickorod Renard: I have a sneaky suspician I am going back into childhood
Agatha Macbeth nods
Mickorod Renard: especially with my spelling
Storm Nordwind: Join us Mick. Don't be afraid...
Agatha Macbeth: Ha
Mickorod Renard: :)
Mickorod Renard: kids relate to me more too..now
Bleu Oleander: sorry afk .. call from cousins I haven't talked to in a while
Storm Nordwind: You are less of a threat maybe
Mickorod Renard: np Bleu
Agatha Macbeth smiles @ Bleuji
Mickorod Renard: yes, along with a wallet
Storm Nordwind: haha!
Bleu Oleander: will catch up in the logs
Mickorod Renard: kk bleu, good to have you here anyway
Agatha Macbeth: Indeed
Mickorod Renard: ok,,must go guys,,take care
Agatha Macbeth: Byee
Storm Nordwind: Bye Mick :))
Mickorod Renard: byeeee and ty
Bleu Oleander: ok thanks Mick!
Agatha Macbeth: The running man...
Bleu Oleander: take care and bfn

Storm and I will now talk at cross purposes...

Storm Nordwind: Better than being a burning man
Agatha Macbeth: TC
Agatha Macbeth: That's later this year :p
Storm Nordwind: Indeed. Though I've never been
Agatha Macbeth: I've been a couple of times
Storm Nordwind: Recommended?
Agatha Macbeth: The end is always the best bit
Storm Nordwind smiles
Agatha Macbeth: Where they burn it down
Agatha Macbeth: Really good watching it from the inside
Storm Nordwind: !
Agatha Macbeth: Seriously
Storm Nordwind: How?
Agatha Macbeth: You can stand inside the thingy and watch it slowly burn down
Agatha Macbeth: Takes ages
Agatha Macbeth: But awesome
Storm Nordwind: wow
Agatha Macbeth: And always about 50 people around you so lagged to buggery :p
Storm Nordwind: haha!
Agatha Macbeth: I think I crashed twice the last time
Storm Nordwind: And I thought you were talking about the RL event!

/me facepalms

Agatha Macbeth: Nawww
Agatha Macbeth: Didn't know there was one
Storm Nordwind: In Nevada
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Agatha Macbeth: Well bit far for moi
Storm Nordwind: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_Man
Agatha Macbeth: But the SL one is good
Agatha Macbeth: And a lot safer
Storm Nordwind: SL one probably imitates the RL one.
Agatha Macbeth: Hang on, didn't Jim Keith die after visiting that?
Agatha Macbeth: Or have I got that wrong
Agatha Macbeth: Will have to look it up
Agatha Macbeth: Anyway I'd better get this log posted
--BELL--2.30
Storm Nordwind: In September 1999, Jim Keith fell from a stage and broke his knee at the 1999 Burning Man Arts Festival held from August 30 - September 7 at the Black Rock Desert in Nevada about 120 miles north of his hometown of Reno. On September 7, he entered the Washoe Medical hospital for knee surgery and died in the Intensive Care Unit shortly after surgery was completed when a blood clot released and entered his lung. The coroner's report listed cause of death as "blunt force trauma." Cryptically, Keith stated just before being put under anaesthetic, "I have this feeling that if they put me under I'm not coming back". He is survived by two daughters.
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Agatha Macbeth: Right
Agatha Macbeth: Really mysterious

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Keith for more info)

Storm Nordwind: Anyway, it's Thursday, and our favorite diner calls
Agatha Macbeth: Bon appetit Stormy
Agatha Macbeth: Love to J