Bredonborough The morning street I
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Bredonborough.
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A day mostly of busyness in ordering, tidying & organising at home, and now World HQ.
Reflecting: I am no longer prepared for the Staff to police Lower Nature in Guitar Craft. Rather, how may we address the needs of Higher Nature? At first glance, reading this, it strikes me as a little OTT, perhaps highbrow & even impractical. So, what is the gist of it? Our focus needs to be on how we might become ordinary. Ordinary people are very rare.
Careless of my ruminations, an animal from a few doors down, the haunted house where our local pals live, has come to visit; and even to find a way of climbing in and playing I…
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21.23 Mother-in-Barbara has visited for a most enjoyable supper.
Although we are shortly to bed, the Minx is not quite in gentling mode. She is engaged, connected to arising evening-business in Seattle that will be going through the UK night.
