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This first snow like all
first snows, returning, sticking
enspirited me

:- Doug.

Friend, into your storm.

:- Doug.

When someone is ill in hospital, family gathers. Do we feel there is healing in bringing close all these centers, loci?

:- Doug.

We cannot mathematically calculate a life’s meaning; we can map it. Perhaps when we have plotted the points we will discover a stream running through, or a spiral. Or a constellation.

:- Doug.

We tell ourselves stories
To chase away our fear of the dark
Because fear is turned imagination
We’re afraid of the light too
Stories work there

:- Doug.

Stretch the imp-ossible!

:- Doug.

Friend, into your stretching till I break or become.

:- Doug.

The plodding does not show us possibles, only things we have seen, logic and practicalities, seldom stretching credulity. We are human: we need to be stretched.

:- Doug.

How might I help people fly to their spaces? To the centers and circumferences of their spaces? Images, and stories bringing images might be central. Action images. The kids liked it when I told stories of wild action. Recently my granddaughter liked The Lady Or The Tiger, something to challenge her imagination. I like Tyger, tyger burning bright in the forests of the night—an impossible possible picture. PO. I often do opposites, and they may partake of that impossible possible. What all is possible? More than we imagine. We must always be looking for the possibles—the larger possibles.

:- Doug.

All surrounds and touches you and you touch and surround all.

:- Doug.

Eldering is getting clearer about that dark wood, about finally doing the thing.

:- Doug.

It’s about doing and doing is about relating, touching, exchanging.

:- Doug.

Something about us
Not within us
Larger than us
We are among
Each the other’s center

:- Doug.

When you are doing what engages you essence and soul, what are you doing beyond the thing?

The musician is touching the chords of the cosmos’ love for her and hers for the all; the lawyer is helping the justice system work rightly; today I might be applying for Medicaid for a client, seeing my client and I as participants in a larger whole, making the world more human, loving, and open to eldering.

:- Doug.

This writing is poetic in structure, and yet there is depth even if you remove the poetry. It pulls and tugs and yips and nips. It is something to emulate. It flies so close to the edge of space….

:- Doug.

This is a glorious world, and as we look about us in the cosmos we see more and more to spark our wonder.

:- Doug.

I am pressuring myself.

:- Doug.

What have we learned in living? For that we need to labor at seeing our living. What do you sense as your ultimate place in the world? Where are the places we look for place?

:- Doug.

Elders are guardians. You must find of what and whom.

:- Doug.

The world is bigger than you imagine.

:- Doug.

Do you hold up all to the light of scripture ultimately? You may be listening for the clarinet and missing the cello’s colors.

:- Doug.

“They call me The Peacemaker,” she said, owning the title. What do others call you? What title would you own, had you the courage to name it?

:- Doug.

Eldering is mining for wisdom.

:- Doug.