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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2009

What if ancestors were not ahead of you in line (nor behind you in something some call “time”) but were all around you, all about you, sustaining you as you sustain them? You may get your hazel eyes from your father, your gait from your mother, and your grey hair from your children, but you get your bread from the bread delivery guy, and the farmer, and the wheat plants, and the bee, and the microbial animals, and that star above. We are ancestors to one another.

Please pass it on.

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He is skill building. Well, so am I, but I do not know what to call it. It is about reaching out and throwing something into the river for the grandchildren. Some of the river evaporates and the wind brings the spray and the vapors back our way. Circulation knows no single direction.

:- Doug.

Toss your voice into the flow of generations. This is the conversation we seek—a stream of gifts.

:- Doug.

Is there anything else about your covid day?

:- Doug.

Does a playwright have power? Does any individual have power? Does any individual lack all power?

:- Doug.

We fasten great hopes on the next generation and are often disappointed; perhaps we could unfasten, perhaps we could extend our ambit.

:- Doug.