FootprintsintheWind.com

Arose those colors from the meadow floor
Flowers floated above their stems
In twos and threes around each other they spun
As I looked on, a center emerged
On it the whole began to turn
A transformation of butterflies!
In less than a minute they twinkled off
Dispersing, taking the larger of me

:- Doug.

People are organized around their resignations, their apathies, their anonymities. A better world for their children seems unlikely. This is the necessary first front of community disorganization. Work here.

:- Doug.

What would become of us if there weren’t little children playing for us?

:- Doug.

What do fireflies do?
Overcome inertia

:- Doug.

We open a space where
no clear binaries exist:
the unknown

:- Doug.

To converse is a spiritual act
of love, of storm,
of screaming birth

:- Doug.

The opening
Comes about every moment
Miss it once it comes again
Miss it every time it stays away
Grab your ring this is your life

:- Doug.