Fewer city halls to march against
The world is changing
There are fewer & fewer city halls
To march against
More & more
Friends to gather
:- Doug.

The world is changing
There are fewer & fewer city halls
To march against
More & more
Friends to gather
:- Doug.
Is Jesus your hero?
Did he seek a seat at tables—
or overturn them?
Did he recruit mayors and rich men,
or fishermen and even women?
:- Doug.
Does everyone have enough?
Enough food, clothing, shelter, transportation?
Is each heard, well enough?
Do all participate enough?
:- Doug.
G*d is the stuff among us that does the impossible.
:- Doug.
Am I retired? No, and I plan to not “retire.” But I am living life more each day on my own terms.
:- Doug.
Last night, a vision: humans disrobing from the inside out, tentatively reaching out to the world round about, each layer getting them closer to touching, being touched and participating: The first layer, thick and seldom clear, is communicating; the second is discussing, a way of throwing things at one another’s screens. (If this layer becomes tattered, it is called debate.) Then follow even thinner more gossamer porous fabrics in discourse and then dialogue. Finally we reach conversing, where the naked human takes to turning and dancing with the world. Here the human being is most able to alter the course of events.
It is a terrifying process, this disrobing. The compensations are friends to encourage and warm us, and knowledge that we are making good. Seeing the garments of which we have less use now, and those still in our way, can give us courage to enter the dance.
:- Doug.
Our work is not just conversing, but conversing to invite and free you all to come home to your true nature, to take charge for your tribe.
:- Doug.
To die incompletely
should this be my thrust?
That I leave something behind
that I be remembered?
Nay, I shall want outliving me
some good I set in motion
or only helped on its way
:- Doug.
We need not to be about
doing What’s Right
but meeting what’s right
& good & true
in one another
:- Doug.
Conversation is our humus
our breeze, our rains
Here we grow
stretching out our roots
holding our faces to the sun
:- Doug.
What is your true nature? Does it reach its highest expression in the work you are doing? Do you love your work? Does it feed your wholeness?
:- Doug.