My two linked home computers* are dying, but on one I can read emails and on the other I can post here, though I haven’t bothered swapping the keyboards so it’s hard to type with my fingers fitting to the keys like claws. Normally I use a Microsoft “Natural” Keyboard, and once you’re used that, you don’t take easily to the regular one.
I suppose you could say the same about my recent way of life, where I had time to myself, to obey the inner impulse and contemplate. Precious sabbatical, retreat, hermitage, cloister! At least I know this: that I was thankful for every day that it lasted, appreciative of the immense privilege of being restored to health and freedom from care. Out of that freedom, I chose to return to the world; and it suits the angels’ sense of humour, no doubt, to have me in a position where two dozen or so persons, many of whom I have not yet met, consider it their right to harangue me on my private cellphone, which has unaccountably been published in the company directory, fire salvoes of emails asking me to do things for them, up to ten an hour, accost me in the washroom or at the water cooler or in the corridor, with detailed specifications of what they require me to do in the next 24 hours or today. Matters hit their all-time peak (I hope) when my boss (I shall call him Al Pacino) interrupted a meeting, in which I was rather successfully fending off a request for my services, and planning to leave for home in 20 minutes: to ask me to do a task immediately which was apparently my regular responsibility, although I had no idea how to do it.
Such is life: it’s the system that drives us all, not malice or moral defects. And these are things to be sorted out in a proper manner. Enough of work. This is my time, our time. Let us find meaning and sustenance and learning and angelic assistance and divine Love in every occurrence in life. Let me not lose all that I have gained. Let the highest principles prevail.
At lunchtime I took a walk, keen to solve the mystery of the falcons: see my last post. It was pouring with rain, so I didn’t take the camera, but I found a way of getting nearer, by entering a certain car park. Yes, the birds are all different. The nearest one is an owl, with ear-tufts. They cannot be eight foot tall—perhaps three or four—and they must be flimsy cut-outs, because they seemed to flap in the wind. Some people went from the car park through a gate to that building, taking a path under the bird statues. I ran to catch them and ask about the statues, but I was too late, and the driving rain forced me back to MaxiRam Castle.
* One was Karleen’s.
a wayfarer’s notes 
Let us find divine Love in everything, every single thing…I too am in constant reminder these days of this, the only truth I live by, dear friend. I come here and read your words and am filled, and find my heart aligned once again with all that I hold sacred.
Thank you for the gift that you are.
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perhaps the statues are scarecrows? there to warn off something or other…..
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Hayden, I think you must be right. Based on your theory, my guess is that it's to scare off pigeons from roosting there and excreting over the precious footpaths.
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Serenity, thanks for this. It is easy for me to forget, and take refuge in self-defence from the onslaughts of yesterday, which left me quite stressed.
But I cannot help perceiving, after a night's sleep (interrupted with an hour's uneasy reflection before I drifted back to rest) that in my latest adventures I'm as blessed as before. Nothing is lost. It's a new chapter by the same divine author.
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I am sure you will have a salutary transformative effect on the inhabitants of MaxiRam castle!
Best
rama
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keyboards are always funny especially when you use them to type something. there are also other uses of keyboards. in my room a group of ants hibernates inside my keyboard. strange but true. some other time i will post images of their colony inside my keyboard. i don't disturb them and neither do they me.
there are images of phursatgunj for you on my blog.
Are you a pro bird watcher or just do it for world peace like me.
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the best way to bail out of the situation is strictly separating work from personal life. work is a necessity whereas you life is your own.
i do understand it's quite irritating when you get work-related calls on your cell phone. but… (there's no answer to it)
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As I send good wishes that your new work will continue to be rewarding but with fewer excessive demands, I eagerly await any updates on the giant birds. Hayden's astute suggestion that they may be scarecrows may have settled the question — much to my disappointment — but I still hope to hear about something mysterious.
Could you walk right into their lair and ask about them? Be sure to tell someone where you've gone, in case you don't come out!
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Birds are so great – for what they are and everything they can symbolize.
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Fleming: I cannot walk into their lair without a pass. One has to go through Reception, where aloof young ladies are paid to fend off mystery-hunters such as me.
The scare-pigeons are not on roof of the pharmaceutical company – just to set the record straight: but at the UK HQ of a major automobile manuifacturer, whose security staff probably hold me under suspicion already as they have cameras everywhere.
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