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What do we not know about the role of the generations in our lives? & what if they were in conversation with us? & what if the conversation offered us shared soul?

:- Doug.

Do generations have an arrow, a direction, a purpose, a destination?

:- Doug.

What jumps generations?

:- Doug.

What do the generations hold for any single generation? What does any single generation hold for the flow and the whole of the generations? What do they each hold for the species? How can we tell from being stuck in the midst?

:- Doug.

What we seek, maybe most of all, is fulfilling conversation.

:- Doug.

To Agamemnon: When you dehumanize others you dehumanize yourself.

:- Doug.

Art ought to seek its expression of the infinite.

:- Doug.

There is a season to Conversing & to Meeting & to Soul making
& then
The universe, the cosmos, turns
Another bit & we do not recognize ourselves nor
Where we are, but even so
We are interior inferior hands of flesh &
Opening fingers allowing light & oxygen & flight & escape!

:- Doug.

We cannot be whole without the living generations.

:- Doug.

To crave attention
Is to crave belonging
Our already place in cosmos

:- Doug.

The “dream” (ideal) of the generations is compassionate, just, domination-free, social, communal, egalitarian. The dream (high peak at which we aim) of contemporary American culture is individualistic, wealthy, young, standing out, looking good, getting more wealthy, getting more cars, getting more houses (note: not homes), getting more stuff, getting more attention.

:- Doug.

Observe! Leaves out of doors do not collect dust: They are constantly being sprayed and air brushed.

:- Doug.

Genetics & Imagination & Whispers (especially mis-heard) are major silhouettes of Spirit touches.

:- Doug.

Radical meeting of those of the generations would involve radical welcome—going out to them, “putting ourselves out,” inconveniencing ourselves, wobbling our lives, giving away or spending away our resources. We would have to see thro’ our imaginative eyes, hear thro’ our imaginative ears, feel thro’ our imaginative entrails—and work at it for days and years. They now get a say in how our house is organized and its daily schedules changed. What we’ve “always done” we will do no more. Frighteningly, we get this say in their lives. We are, after all, members of one another’s household.

:- Doug.

Infused hospitality to the generations
Listen inclinedly
That you might
Hear soul

:- Doug.

Conversation creates
New settings
New persons
New reality
New conversations

:- Doug.

What do we know as generations
We don’t as individuals?

:- Doug.

What stories do we tell ourselves and one another about the generations? Perhaps more importantly, what stories retell? Our rituals, daily weekly annually are retellings. Here we relive these stories—rich or devoid or encrusted over as they are.

:- Doug.

Can generations be a lens thro’ which we “see” our lives & how they matter, & don’t matter, & how they are fuller than we thought?

:- Doug.

What can we know about the generations?

:- Doug.

We now center our lives in our day to day, minute to minute, even, forgetting all else. What would it take—and what would result—if we centered our lives in the stream of which we are part? Or at least regularly tuned into this larger conversation?

:- Doug.

Generations are like a shuttle carrying thread on a loom
Again like the thread
Again like the pattern forming itself

:- Doug.

The images of the generations can be near, flowing thro’ us, conversing with us, touching our lives, willing wholeness of life upon us, both as children growing and as mothers and fathers nurturing, protecting, sending forth. We have this relationship; can we live our days conscious of it, as mother dove always knows in which direction are chicks and nest?

:- Doug.