Thanks Karma!

Wench

I think you will find that those who post in this thread are far from Dis-organized. We might be a little scatter-brained at times however we as a group have organized ourselves into the church of Free Will.

Yup were free of the $hit that others call organized religion.



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Good to know Gryph

I have been known to literally imitate a buffalo in a dust bath though, so I figured if I did get the urge virtually, I wanted to make sure it was where anybody happening upon that didn't totally freak and call for an exorcist or some such thang

That wouldn't any stranger than organizing a Viking raid from here.









Hmmmmmm. Been a while since that happened.



R-A-I-D ! ! !

Pillage, loot, burn!!!!!!

I----s it safe to come back in yet?

Always safe here DKW

Many hours spent here, in reflection and though, anger and hurt, jo and peace, much love flows within these pages here.....a home to weary and lost souls like us

Wait a Min Poet, I'm not lost my friends told me where to go.













Now where is that Fire extinguisher its getting a little hot down here


















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saying as throwing out chicken feed

((((Familia)))))

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh where is my Daughter
My heart aches my soul sighsssssssssss
((( Jenni ))))) my love to you
I so miss you,,,, love Mom

Its cold here by the pond, it looks like it might be freezing over.

Anyone for a cup of tea?



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(((((((((((((((((G)))))))))))))))))

The fishies have heating blankies!

tosses Gryph a jacket and heads back to bed........waves at catch on the way out.

^^^^^Waves back, Hey gurlie! sweet dreams!

Thanks for the Jacket, I hope you didn't need it though. I gave it to the chickens to keep warm. It didn't fit me very well and it came apart at the seams.



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*gets to work building heated chicken coop.*

You're lucky I like you Poet.

Cleans up shreds O'Jacket, who knew the incredible hulk could get chilled. Can't have a chicken chokin on goose down. Whoa, check out the new chicken pad, very nice! Poet'll be pleased. Nope, no signs of adj attacks on chickens; but then again, the boy can be sneaky. Uh-oh - looks around inside of chicken coop, nope floor boards don't seem to be hidin anything. Karma, is there a built in grill hidden in here somewhere?

Nope. No built in grill.



















That would only leave evidence.

Stands on flat ground,
Tensed and incensed.
This just won't do.

A vibration/tingling starts
in the soles of my feet.
As it travels up my legs,
the tree tops sway,
picking up the beat.

The night begins to sing
in harmony with my desire to let go.
Ahh, the wind, she hears,
with one voice we begin the keening moan.

She pushes at my back,
the direction to turn a given.
As I honor each direction North through West,
the wind sweeps over me,
assuring and cleansing.
The age old argument of dogmatic restrictions
too weak to hold claim
over a child of the Universe.

Balance returned, much gratitude in my heart,
wind's quick kiss on my cheek.
No trace of this religion, but the knowing heart
and a gentle grin.

Ziiiiiipppppppppppppppppppps in to feed the chickens.





















!tuo kcab ssssssssssmmmmmmmooooooooooooooooozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I love you all