Certified (non-practicing) Master Hypnotist. My ex-husband, when required to indicate my 'occupation' on company papers used to write "Mystic". (laughing) That was in my heyday of direct knowing. Last year, I moved from Clarkdale AZ (near Sedona) to Nebraska and after one of the longest winters on record, I now question my sanity. But that's not news, many people have questioned my sanity.
You are the best YOU there is. You are a second best somebody else. (Dick Sutphen)
Don't try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Realize the truth: There is no spoon. (The Matrix)
There is no spoon, and I cannot even come up with any tableware or table. Guess we'll just have to improvise and use our fingers to dip into the garlic hummus, unless you want to pass the gluten free pita chips ;-).
This reminds me of circa 1970 and attending a Timothy Leery presentation in Atlanta that set the stage for some rare and unusual insanities. And about the same time, the Kubrick movie 2001 arrived and the Greatful Dead burst onto my scene and the Moody Blues - Ga zowie, WOW!
Remind me: What - is -- a --- spoon?
I lived in Omaha, NE as a child. My dad was part of SAC and I've been 100' down under. Jeez, another Kubrick film noir is surfacing ;-)
Great visiting with you Sandy!
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