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I find myself wondering about the party tonight. Maybe I will find a nook to sit and invite people to gather and converse and perhaps go deeply. See how that works. Create a quiet contemplative eye for the turning party.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1648

Just now I sat still and slid into a more contemplative space. There must be a way to go there more often, more reliably. Take a walk on this path and always end up at the edge of the world.

It takes turning toward the precipice. Toward the circumspice. Toward the unknown. Toward not knowing.

It feels like it wants stilling: stilling our accustomed direction, questioning our momentum.

It wants too my opening, my willingness, my softening to the wider to enter me, my allowing me to enter the breeze.

Dropping analysis, even this analysis: blurring, blending, melding….

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If we had a play where everybody was the protagonist and everybody the supporting actors, it would be just like life.

:- Doug.

We say everyone is connected. The way is via conversation. We cut off our relatedness when we choose not to converse. It’s not warm and cuddly—even most of the time—conversing can leave you feeling attacked or unworthy. Converse anyway. Open yourself even to this.

:- Doug.

An Indian fall
nameless! faceless!
leagues-away in green backed bunkers
hiring helicopters badges automatic rifles
one says jobs others economic progress
tax revenues
private property
tied together (re-lig-io)
by golden black ooze in pipes
overrunning first peoples
red skinned the reason?
superstitious or deeply spiritual?
can land be sacred?
or only owned?
450 years ago who “owned” this land?
how did this “ownership” begin?
with other guns soldiers canon pigs?
in our century is there room
to ask one another?

:- Doug.