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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 820

What is my dream? What does it smell like? It smells like peanut butter cookies and turkey stuffing. It tastes salty and sweet all at once, like a chocolate kiss baked onto the top of a pretzel. To the touch it feels like the bark of a sycamore tree—rough and smooth and warm and cold all at once. It looks like a cardinal on the wing coming toward you with a snow covered backdrop, and like the mesmerizing flames of a campfire. What does it sound like? Voices all around speaking softly, sobbing, speaking passionately, loudly, justly, unjustly, too much, too little, finally being heard. Up close the whole is a cacophony, closer still a heart beating, further away a single divine human organism with many organs pulling this way and that but all walking toward the same next.

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The work here is the work, not the answers. Answers are never final, questions always live. The work is to do the work. The answers are not to be memorized, only the feeling of doing the work, the way of doing the work, so that if the questions, any questions, arise, the work can be done in that moment.

:- Doug.

This is of all questions the key
How fruitful can we be?

:- Doug.

From differences
Look away
Seek where we are one
To our hope
To call our attention

Where we are one
Is a small voice
Still, seldom heard
Shh…gently listen…
To call our attention

:- Doug.

What is the real divine sacrifice? It is Jesus dying on the cross, but not to buy off an angry god. It is the giving of his life entire for his friends, as we all should, if we are to have life abundantly. Who loses his or her life gains it. It is a we thing.

Why so horrible a death? You do not have to fear death, even death on a cross—it cannot touch you. Cruelty is judgment. Love overcomes cruelty. What is worse than cruelty? Fear. Love overcomes fear.

How is it fruitful to die horribly, painfully, under sentence? It says the “they” cannot sentence life. It says Judgment cannot stop Life. Life, imagination, love: all this is eternal. Death and Judgment is temporary only: is nothing. So the worst Judgment is a nothing, because it seeks to divide what no man can put asunder, it seeks to hinder, hamper, hold life—which cannot be done, because these are negatives, not contraries.

:- Doug.