Rituals being the ‘formalized behaviour’ in which a collection of people engage religiously, in a certain way of expressions and motions.

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Rituals being the ‘formalized behaviour’ in which a collection of people engage religiously, in a certain way of expressions and motions.
whispers in the dark
the chorus faded out in the night their words falling like sands through the glass and the prophets blinded by the light they could never see beyond the past while our heroes are all digging graves and the poets sing out by the stones oh no, now nothing here can be saved no there is nothing left to call home we struggle to make sense of it all as we cradle that last remnant spark leaving these words written on the wall the sum of these whispers in the dark the waters keep rising around us with a volatile stain on our tongues and still we're not sure how they found us or if that brand new day has begun so we have to just keep on dancing with the spirit of hope in our hearts while this dark tide keeps on advancing we have to find new ways to impart the medium is not the message we can take the pen, draw our own arc don't have to stay within this wreckage can be more than whispers in the dark the champions are on vacation the evermore has all but expired nothing to ease, there's no placation the day we seized had long been retired and our heroes are buried under the very ground they were sent to clear once battle cries, now distant thunder barely audible, no one can hear saw reflections of fortune's favored and we believed that it left a mark 'twas not the start of something braver thus began the whispers in the dark the armaments have been surrendered the blood we spilled has been painted o'er our resignation's long been tendered and the job's been posted on the board with what's left of hope, we're still dancing upon feet both swollen and blistered still waters rush in, tide's entrancing and all that's left, are but the whispers (04/30/26)
Loyalty, Love and the Collective Self.
Loyalty, Love and the Collective Self.
There is something special about a one club man (or woman). A couple of years ago I witnessed a player play his 500th game for a local rugby club. The blood, sweat and beers that bloke gave to the club over the decades is astounding to say the least. He definitely took loyalty to the next level.
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Lori and Budi (being photo bombed by what appears to be a hell-hound) at the SCSA/City of Seattle brainstorming meeting at Office Nomads.
Amazing things happen when coworking spaces get together (in this moment, Office Nomads, The Mill, Coworking Eastlake, and Collective Self BBQ'ing together). For example, 1) free homemade popsicles (thanks PopCycles), 2) free sushi (thanks Jimmy), 3) free homemade beer (thanks Chelsea), 4) new friends, and 5) wondering if Ryan can get that whole steak in his mouth. Not necessarily in that order.
More from the cross-space coworking BBQ. Yay!!