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There is intimacy of friends, which may never go anywhere near home; there is intimacy of strangers, even holy intimacy of strangers, which may touch the quick and the bone. Do we invite a thread among these friends to go closer to the bone, a thread among strangers to become friends after having reached intimacy? Are members of each group reluctant to cross the line? Do people ever want to be intimate in both ways with the same people?

:- Doug.

There is growing to, and growing here. I set before you death and life: choose life.

:- Doug.

I feel I have come upon something gentle which has brought me to a soft landing place. I want to get my bearings, but it feels solid and lasting. I am not quite ready to explain it to others in any full form, but that will come or not. It is well.

:- Doug.

Growth—imaginative
—Fantastical
—Never comes
—Tugs us away from
Everyday growing

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2192

Humus from humus
water from water
now we arise
now we lay us down
now the microscopic beings
who helped us live and digest
begin to consume us
and turn us
humus back to humus
water back to water
How did we help?

Breath to breath
conversing to conversing
living to living

Nothing comes to rest
even stones disintegrate
all that is happening
reaches farther
than from your
eyes opening to
eyes closing

Food to food
breath to breath
whisper to whisper
flicker to flicker
our meaning everlasting

Every day our living
nudges toward good—maybe
who can you say I am?

Please pass it on.

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Growth is about living in the future. Missing.

:- Doug.