How free reflectively?
Just how free are we and have we been? Just how free? have you acted in your life? Just how reflectively? Just how much do you hear? Converse? We have a fear of conversing, meeting, acting on our freedom.
:- Doug.

Just how free are we and have we been? Just how free? have you acted in your life? Just how reflectively? Just how much do you hear? Converse? We have a fear of conversing, meeting, acting on our freedom.
:- Doug.
If you have not done all you could have with your life, just how free are you? So what progress can we expect of our grandchildren, even to the 11th generation, if we don’t open up humanity’s imagination in some way to actually practice our freedom?
:- Doug.
Neither grandchildren nor improving the human race
neither conversation nor meeting nor ancestors
none of these may be the main event
best open to comes up
serve here serve here
:- Doug.
The question is of a soul sensed: can one hear the living soul of the other?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2040
Here is what I have to say in the witness of my fellow grandchildren:
Do you hear the trickle? Like the wind you do not notice till you notice, once I heard it I heard it beneath and flowing through many things. It is the flowing stream of the ancients, the grandchildren, we ancestors forgotten, to be forgotten, and those not yet known—who will soon also be forgotten.
This stream now I experience as an underground river, a torrent, watering the lives of all who walk the ground.
You, grandchild, will be, are, and were those walking and with the same kick you are also part of the great river.
So all you taste and touch takes on a new cast in this light: all is everlasting and what you—you little spray—do and say and learn makes a difference in the life of those living in this stream.
We do communicate with those in the stream with us—ahead, behind, beside, above, below. We are in conversation with all of us, often without words, silent as the trickle, ongoing.
This is the task impossible I have set myself—to unearth this conversation, community, and communion of the grandchildren, to consciously jump into the stream, and splash around. To make fun. Together.
Now I’d like to hear what you hear:
Please pass it on.
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To listen, perchance to hear, to taste
To raise our voices to a level of audibility
. . .
:- Doug.
Dignity, independence, and vision may be values more lasting than love and cooperation.
:- Doug.
I am embarking on a big project: it involves grandchildren, and poetry, and impossibility.
:- Doug.
What am I trying to do with these titles? At first I was looking for a capsule. Now I think I am looking for a puzzle, a draw, a tension.
:- Doug.
Be in love with the generations. We often hear people will hold our generation accountable—but why? Is it not our hubris? Our task is not to do something for the next generations—nor to them—but simply to love them and the next 11 generations—and the last 111.
:- Doug.
Write the stories of the the eleventh generation, that we might know them.
:- Doug.