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Looking at their page, they actually set up 9 of them. I reset my phone before hearing from others, sounds like others received 8.
 
Good morning! Knitting projects and waiting for yarn, amber alert upheavals, disappearing vehicles (somehow I feel sorry for all those vehicles 'left behind') and other topics are invited to gather round the Coffee Cart, where the coffee is perfectly brewed the tea exquisitely steeped, and the hot chocolate is never too sweet, with plenty of marshmallows available. Come on in!

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Let us grab a mug of coffee or tea and ponder one of life's important questions.

Did March come in like a lion or a lamb this year?
 
Yesterday in our pub discussion group, the matter of authenticity and attachment came up as some kind of odd process in the eternal spread. It was interesting to see the views about how many folk could not connect with a concept of the metaphor of authentic, virtue and truth as it played out ... then the entire item was laid to rest ... R.I.P. Potentially that will soon be forgotten or other wise denied as the gods of power designate!

A string of thought was that there was a thread of an idea of God playing a joke on mortals for the sake of making them wake ... of course the WOKE process was in conflict with the communication of idea ignorance as that is inclusive of the upper circles as the wheel of virtue turns on us!

Of course many cannot see this because of dark light beams ... a Lazarus sort of function needed to wake the inanimate side of psyche that is right out of it or suffering OBI. This disturbed the discussion to the 3 daze phenomenon needed to raise the subject from his addictive trance after the highly valued Seder. A faction broke up in laughter over the inauthenticity and the predominance of the lyre as the dirt is laid out on humanity! King Daffyd rode off with the night lady enrobed as Bathsheba portraying the night of the soul as the darker side of psyche (that which follows blind attachment).

Some breaking up of the group in dissemination? Fringe groups well anchored in unlearning unchangeability would state we are insane. This causes separated considerations for when we mull over the ideology that normal is mythic in nature and hard to nurture ... leaves a lot for future discussion ... giving reason for that innate gnawing sensation that something is inauthentic in reality (allowing for existence of the 3 dogged heads of state; government, business and BS?
Virtually unbelievable when given a thorough etude. Did you know that etudes where poly in nature studies ... thus multitudes ... given space for nar 'ds ...

In my study of word as a God ... I found that nar was a Danish term for little people ... perhaps small demotic things dashing about between ears? Metaphor often applies the term dwarf, gnome or other overlooked fixation in the garden ...

Makes for a grand story and a neuroscientific psyho logist one told me that the mind does not accept pure data and information ... it has to be storied, mythologized so as to fit greater narratives ... if you get into nar rations ... thus the legend of fat and nard! It is a fatty acid like genetic matter ... nitrogenous ... or close as neigh can be ...

I was somehow vectored into the position of creating this story if only to support the comprehension that authenticity exists somewhere ... and we just know not where! Searches and Seekers go on ... from here it appears to be an eternal function ... thus recreation is needed to hide the initiates misunderstandings ... so dunked!

Should Nestorian weavers be added to the agenda for the future? Basket cases I say ...
 
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Given the state of the world as broken up in conflict ... would a person be somewhat insane to desire to lock down here?

Thus some of us move on OBI's! If nothing else a good story on the use of vapours and other nebulae to block light ... shadow casting and dances?
 
Let us grab a mug of coffee or tea and ponder one of life's important questions.

Did March come in like a lion or a lamb this year?
So far, rather lamb-like. However, that is supposed to change this weekend...
 
So far, rather lamb-like. However, that is supposed to change this weekend...

Thus the wholly situation that clouds the cover ... blocks the Sonne ... a wee stream in Britany I believe ... hard to see the UK as too far off sure ... worrying!

As it is Eeyore to be said ... life is a place of concern ... oh bother ...

I was direct to rite that down ... as descent goes ...
 
March came in with flurries but continues with 20-30 cm snowfall tonight, starting now. I didn’t intentionally chose my day off tomorrow because of that but it comes in handy. When I have to work Saturday, roads will be cleared again. Took Monday off, too, and will be going to the city.
 
We've got a Winter Storm Watch up for this area now. Heavy snow, possibly mixed with rain (which opens up the possibility of more freezing rain though EC haven't mentioned that as an option yet). Sigh.
 
Wandering around tidying up after last night's chats.

Oops, some of this food is probably past time, and the mugs could use a good soak

Good thing to do and look out the window at the moon. Can hear the wolves howling by the lake
 
I am waiting to skype with my sister this morning. Her best friend has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer with mets to the liver, after four weeks of having belly ache. She is in her early sixties. It’s not going to be an easy conversation.
Tough situation for sure. You have the skills you need to listen and be supportive to your sister .
 
Good morning! For those of us in southern Ontario, looks like the Lion of March will make its appearance this afternoon. Stay safe. For straightening up after last night's events, for friends who have received unexpected and dire medical diagnoses, for supporting their friends and loved ones, especially over long distances by Skype, for others who could use support and care, we gather in spirit round the Coffee Cart. May grace surround us through the conversations and circumstances beyond. All is ready, come join in.

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I once found a meaning for grace that was "a given" in short; given time, such will come to you ... patience must stir and come to light ... very difficult in the dark night of a soul ... when you believe all thoughts were veiled and come to rest with the remnant remaining ... the hated left by those determined to pull a veil over the whole idiom! That's th' emote 've word ...

Much of this a great mass would rather not know as they have been impressed with the power of being more or less absent. It is just how it goes with those that take the easier Job of naivete ... those in the dash just find they have no time for the dimension of intellect and light and prefer not knowing about culp*abil-ite and how it assists the alloying of the spirit and the counter spirit ... that's ole ... it was disposed, displaced and forgotten ...

Can word surgeons be imagined in a tree of low Ji ... that's Zeus ... in other traditions a logi in the deep narrative and many little people hate to rise to the cause ... thus a fiery domain about to explode. If you don't believe in the divine bipolar state ... just look about at the containing environs ... ironic as our worst enemy; innate?

In some traditions the given is said to be daffy ide ... and insane beginning without rationale and thus some loss of the construct of nar rate 've, as depressed rating ... it may go down a 'ole thing as a fox, dog, or Anus (an ancient Egyptian Idealism or Godly metaphor ... if you feel like a chit watch and see the fertile origin going ... and we're left without a "hint" sign, or clue because piously symbolism and the reading thereof is disregarded ... as intimate and thus deep!

Research "intimate" for what is a lost clue ... de ire departed? Claire is de whey ...
 
Good morning. We were able to enjoy some sunshine yesterday with a walk and time around a fire with friends. My hair still smells like smoke. Our friends got a new pup last week so I also got to meet him. He's a cute Aussie shepherd cross. A friend is going to try to fly out of Hamilton again today. She was grounded by a snow storm last time. The current weather forecast there is a worry.
 
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