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Morning all on Winter Solstice 2024 (attached for all you Druids) and boy has the weather decided to go all in on dressing the part. All Stygian gloom with a like totally meh man, vibe. It is also St Thomas the apostle day when aforetimes these traditions were known. As is often observed, for all the fancy set design and toys we moderns have we've not actually made much useful progress as a species. @dunelm thank you for sharing the artwork- lyrics : @gennepher thank you for sharing the video (Thor looks a big 'un), kaleidoscope and seemingly ghost story, (and you @Lamont D ) which I believe was once a seasonal tradition. @alf_Josiah hug for whatever it is that may require such severe action as needing to learn to utilise a remote control - as if. @Annb hug for the yo-yoing bg. @jjraak it is hard to know how to react to that situation. First thoughts are that like the truism about rats one is never far away from dangerously disturbed/damaged people. Lack of/cheap and cheerful care in the community hang your head in shame. Living off grid sounds even more attractive by the day. Distance, good fences and gates, sturdy doors, bolts and shutters make good neighbours. Winner for how you diffused the situation and prayers for a positive resolution. Here is a sonnet based on the day's Antiphon and written by a man emerging from a period of depression. Seems to me there are two themes very much reflected in the posts I have read. I really hope any light at the end of a few tunnels here isn't the 8.20 express towards y'all. Laters Dudes.
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Hope is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart; it transcends the world that is immediately experienced, and is anchored somewhere beyond its horizons . . . It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Vaclav Havel
Edited to add:
Hope is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart; it transcends the world that is immediately experienced, and is anchored somewhere beyond its horizons . . . It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.
Vaclav Havel
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