A walk in the woods, sort of

Yesterday, a mile from home:  a nest (wasp or bird?), power  line, well groomed snowmobile trail, happy dog on the trail

     That may have been our best walk of the year yesterday: brisk pace, crisp temperature, clear sunshine and shadows, seven snowmobiles passing at different times, two pleasant encounters with people and dogs.  Life doesn’t get any better.

     In contrast, webinar last night was unpleasant. G immediately started whinging about ICE and “politics” and what Work can be done to possibly improve her state. Everyone else jumped into the liberality, including of course Leader R, who said this time OK to talk about events  that trouble us. I dropped a bomb late with, “Would you smile at an ICE agent?” And added a few more choice comments, including: we don’t all believe/ accept that point of view.  How you feel about ICE is how I feel about riots posing as peaceful protest that could lead to civil war .  We all just want to confirm our own opinions. We're all rich (no we’re not; of course we are, yet we/you target the wealthy —for (implied Trump, Epstein) sexual exploitations. Now you’ll vote me off the island. No we won’t,  we still like you.  And I still like you. I want to stay in the work. And my aim is to develop Objective Reason. And serve the Absolute (for god’s sake don’t say God!).  Guess I momentarily wrecked a real Kumbaya hour, but R pulled it back together, as usual, Coach.

     I have no illusions in this group however.  Just reminded them where I stand, as I did at least two times before. They certainly do not know me, likely dislike me, and probably don’t want to hear me talk. Early in R marveled at the wonder of words, that is, development of speech, language, reading, writing.  I also remarked, unheard pretty much, that for two previous sessions, my only comment was essentially words D’s are failing me. All I say is lifted from someone else, even if Work writers. G jumped in with “talk about your experience; how do you get along with husband?” and I brushed that off. Mentioned instead my rift with Sis L since Minneapolis. “So sorry.”  I also made a terrible flop joke about Sis C becoming an “inconvenient woman” by surviving cancer (I told her that, too, though it doesn’t excuse my attempt to relieve my own stress and grief by resorting to what I classify as irony that actually eludes my intended audience.

     I wound up by pointlessly reading two lines on self remembering and consciousness from Orage via Lee, repeating R’s link of the two concepts.  This emphasizes to me we’re all reading and repeating each other.  But I had already said more than enough. If i want to talk about an inconvenient woman , just look in the mirror.