Meeting of Democracy Café on Saturday 11 December.

The next Salisbury Democracy Café will be held on Saturday 11 December as usual between 10 and noon. What is not usual is that we will be trialling a hybrid café with face-to-face at our new venue in Brown Street (where the Alzheimer’s Society used to be) and those who can’t make it physically on Zoom. Our Pro-Zoom account has lapsed so it will two 40-minute sessions for those on Zoom (see links below) and the rest of us will try to work around those timings. Thanks to Amanda Newberry for allowing us to use the venue’s big screen. Hopefully, everything will work but, well, you know …

For those who cannot make it physically to Salisbury, the Zoom links are:

Join Zoom Meeting

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/84001448633?pwd=b0dQd3JwTGZXYzJCajU2UWV4K2lSZz09

Meeting ID: 840 0144 8633

Passcode: 2AWjZe

Topic: Salisbury Democracy Café

Time: Dec 11, 2021 11:00 AM London

Join Zoom Meeting

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89082246452?pwd=ZU9ZM2srRGdaQnBGZGNncm9GaEplZz09

Meeting ID: 890 8224 6452

Passcode: 0ye4Wy

Dickie Bellringer writes:

There is also a new article on my blog called The labyrinths of Ultimate Reality, which looks at the range and nuances of this mighty subject and follows on from the last blog that introduced the subject. And I’ve attached a wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson called The Snow.

The Snow by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.