I am seeing dimly some sort of world where the eat-it-all-up-now, more-more-more has crashed. It lightens me. Maybe some early morn we all know it for what it was—empty. Then we go the gentle road, sharing the plenty and the beauty of all life—and the joy and pain of living.
:- Doug.
We can’t help but give it all away to the future. But we can help by how we give, and by what we choose to pack in it. We can pack it in little tickly bundles of imagination. We can pack in a seed bank of ideas. All of which obligates you and me to meet and converse and generate both seed and whirly bird to carry it on the winds. After us, other relatives might imagine themselves anew.
:- Doug.
After turning to one another
We turn outward together
To walk with all our relations
:- Doug.
It is our place to open space for the good, the true, the beautiful in all our relations.
:- Doug.
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