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Caroline: Awoooooooo
Elizabeth: Caroline so sorry about the loss of your brother and your dear friend, my heart goes out to you
Evangeline: Rutabaga!
Amanda: Here!
Amanda: and also present
SuEllen: Hi All!
Test: Maybe now?
Mirya: hello all
Test: Richard is Test
Test: To unmute your self press
Test: To mute yourself press
Test: #1 Roberta Flack – Killing Me Softly
Sean: Ah I seem to have arrived!
Elizabeth: Dedicated to bring back the true ordo amoris as per Pope Francis, a fraternity open to all without exception
Sean: Anne Bradstreet was living about 3 miles from the house I grew up in when she wrote it.
Amanda: yes!! neal david walsh? dance on the grave in celebration in return to universal energy. My mom said as dying, while in and out of consciousness – We are all one
Sean: and Wednesday is Maha Shivratri, the festival of Shiva’s blessings, and a time when our prayers are carried through all realms
Elizabeth: When we sit done all the table may everyone get a good hand to play
Elizabeth: when we sit down at the table, may everyone get a good hand to play
The world be precarious ,
so we gather….
and the antidote to
precarious…..
would be
contained in the word
(its meaning unsteady – a “precarious” ladder,
making a precarious living… etc)
yet it contains the word prayer
“obtained by asking or praying,” from prex (genitive precis) “entreaty, prayer” “
So we gather tonight to “pray “ – for all that be precarious…
We pray for Pope Francis, who is stable, and doing well, yet his lungs, cd use some support…
(Sean may chime in on our pagan Pope)
Lungs are where we hold grief (in Chinese Medicine )…
There be much grief to hold in the world….
Micro and macro….
February 1, my oldest Sister, Jane, died.
Satyrday (intentional spelling) Feb 22 nd my oldest brother John died
(and as unexpectedly, Thursday, my favorite cousin childhood friend Cindy , died…)
So I have been on death vigil this month of February….
Breathing with my siblings…..
Between worlds….
vigil (n.)
mid-13c., “eve of a religious festival” (an occasion for devotional watching or observance through the night), from Anglo-French and Old French vigile, vigille “watch, guard; eve of a holy day” (12c.), from Latin vigilia “a watch, watchfulness,” from vigil “watchful, awake, on the watch, alert” (from PIE root *weg- “to be strong, be lively”).The meaning “a wake for the dead” is from late 14c.; general sense of “act or occasion of keeping awake for some purpose” is recorded by 1711.
and here be a poem, deft for my brother who was a sea-faring man…
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross’d the bar.
–Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Born in 1809, Alfred Lord Tennyson is one of the most well-loved Victorian poets.
Date Published01/01/1889
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/crossing-bar
