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Footprints in the Windsm # 1755–Hold back story

Footprints in the Windsm # 1755

An elder may hold back something of the story: allowing for the hearer to discover; allowing the story to cup its power.


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Work into you

The development of persons toward elders is process and structure. It is your body no longer doing what you tell it, and how you choose daily to take in and work into you new information and questions.

:- Doug.

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Nest

Systems nest.

:- Doug.

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Dissected

The system is what is lost when a whole is dissected physically or conceptually.

:- Doug.

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blind or now?

God (the verb) is not this one nor that, not here nor there. God is here and there, this and that, this one and that one. O you who will not see! You are blind, blind, blind.

God, love, conversation: these in the innumerable are not: they are flowing, touching, beckoning you now, now, now.

:- Doug.

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Reversing eternal midst

Playfulness, not play, is central. Everything is central in an Indra’s Net sort of way. Move things our world. Moving, moving is everything! Interconnecting is everything. So playfulness, a dancing, embracing attitude, not caring if anyone is watching: this is, and there is no thing. Do you see what is doing me? Reversing how I see, emerging reality in me as verb.

Reversing is not the end but the eternal midst, the eternal mist: coming out of it is the never ending relating, plaiting, dancing.

:- Doug.

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