Path: csiph.com!aioe.org!+pi+BBT4dBC2M6jgIcTJtg.user.46.165.242.91.POSTED!not-for-mail From: umar <866013149e@python.interpring.com> Newsgroups: alt.polyamory Subject: Re: Busy, busy, busy Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2021 14:21:55 -0000 (UTC) Organization: Aioe.org NNTP Server Message-ID: References: <52cc9af7-0711-42ba-ac03-8db50fc3e299n@googlegroups.com> <39KdnVR7PbT98cz8nZ2dnUU7-KvNnZ2d@supernews.com> <0oudnaHUIsNldxz8nZ2dnUU7-fPNnZ2d@supernews.com> Injection-Info: gioia.aioe.org; logging-data="32932"; posting-host="+pi+BBT4dBC2M6jgIcTJtg.user.gioia.aioe.org"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@aioe.org"; User-Agent: slrn/1.0.3 (Linux) X-Notice: Filtered by postfilter v. 0.9.2 Xref: csiph.com alt.polyamory:32562 On 2021-11-30, songbird wrote: > yes. cherish the memories and miss them. Yesterday I walked home from church -- I've been singing in a church choir for the past twenty or so years -- and I was thinking of that line Delenn says in Babylon 5: we will meet again in a place where no shadows fall. At this time of year I often think of the people I care about who are no longer here. I don't usually walk to or from church -- it takes about 45 minutes -- but my car developed a steering problem Thursday night and I haven't had time to do anything about it. But I may do it more often; there is something comforting about being outdoors with nature all around me. This morning, walking from the T -- that's our local transit system -- to my workplace du jour in Boston's Dorchester neighborhood, I saw two wild turkeys and a hawk. Yesterday was our annual lessons and carols service. The last carol we sang is still reverberating in my head, a rousing, almost revolutionary song to the tune of "Dives and Lazarus" (aka "Star of the County Down") describing tyrants getting overthrown, the hungry getting fed, and the world being transformed. umar