Flying and confused
I am flying and I am confused, and maybe these are the same thing. Flying I see more, but still do not see all, and it is a wonder.
:- Doug.
Archive for May 1st, 2012
We do not die alone
We do not die alone. We die in the midst of us. In most settings, the person is ripped from the cloth, leaving stretched and torn threads. We all die a bit, we all contract, we might expand. If the death is witnessed, there is an exchange, and often it is good for the witness. Something in us goes away, maybe a familiar touch, a voice on which we depended. What is happening is that between is changed.
:- Doug.
Being part of a good death
What does it mean to you to have a good death? What does it mean to a family to be part of a good death? Given the people you are given in your family, what might a good death be?
:- Doug.
Playing well together
In families we love to devise ways to play well together. Does more experience with playing together help us? Does more experience with playing well together help us?
:- Doug.
