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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 855

It is a revolution I am seeking, not of this world of dominance, but of humanity’s soul-truth. I want people to see that they have the power and responsibility for the world they want to see. It is done in everyday things, so the everyday things we do need to change: we need to change our calendars to put in more time for meeting and striving for this change.

What do we want to see more of in the world? What less? What of that is already in our lives? Let us work on that. What of that is not in our lives? Let us work on that.

Soul-truth is the human parallel to space-time: something defining, real and transparent.

Soul-truth means the grasping of what we hold to be most real, most important, most central to being.

Get people to thinking on these things, and change has a plowed field. Compost is turned, gets to work. This is work. This takes courage, opening the heart and mouth to open others’ ears and hearts. It takes speaking my peace: my still word into a world confused and thinking it knows where it is going.

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We are more tightly; we have never talked like this. We must work for dancing and away from away from.

:- Doug.

O! To be able to tell what I see! I see a garden of flowers and vegetables—colors and shapes, fragrances, tall and short, touched by the breezes, visited by bees and butterflies, an ecosystem growing living cooperating. Someone comes along, someone who has never seen tomatoes before, someone who refuses to eat them and moreover demands that they be uprooted and thrown far away from here because they are obviously poison! And the plants which depend upon the tomatoes lose vitality, a little at first, more later. And the person’s health declines, and all suffers as he extirpates more and more of the garden, declaring all he needs to eat is corn, the colors of the flowers are only a disturbing nuisance not to be tolerated. Season after season the corn depletes the earth of the nutrients the corn needs, and the crops grow sicklier and the man. Across the way, beyond the fence is his vigorous neighbor, waving to him, offering him some of the bounty of her garden. And he will not, for he put up the fence. In variety she grows strong and full of health.

:- Doug.

The closer we come together, the more isolation there is, the more we try to protect our little shells.

Perhaps the unconscious reaction to population compression is to seek for protection, to withdraw, to isolate, to get a gun, to fend off, to kill the Other. The conscious reaction can be the contrary, to seek for gathering, to love, to open, to get a hug or a dance, to draw in, to hear others.

So when we find ourselves too close for comfort, we can take it for a signal for us to reach out and draw closer, to take down the masks and walls, to hear ourselves and others.

:- Doug.