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Mistakes—which ones will we make? This, a root of humility?

:- Doug.

Humility—how do we tend one another—and the generations—with humility? What is it in real life? How does it show up?

:- Doug.

We will remain to one another forever undiscovered. It is good that it is so. Your complexity runs circles around me, provides me grounding, confounds me. In this instant I must speak and withhold speech, act and withhold acting, with all the mix of humility and brashness I can bring up. How might we—we cannot know—tend one another?

:- Doug.

Start with what needs most help, most life.

:- Doug.

Now we tend one another thro’ conversation.

:- Doug.

It is probably not melding we seek, but it does require turning. To face new directions.

:- Doug.

Come, let us
practice life
throwing to the winds
pasts and futures
seeding worlds a-changing

:- Doug.

Never again
Never before
A moment
Wander-possible
As this

:- Doug.

It is up to us to become what we can together. We can glow. We can be fire.

:- Doug.

Ask each other, How is what we are living thro’ as a people something other generations have lived thro’—death, destruction, new? I cannot consider this section of this chapter finished, for it ever wants to live, to develop, to grow. Thro’ you, thro’ me.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2481

To be many things at once is to be . . . and to be wise . . . and to be real. How many things can you be, and contradictory, in this conversation?

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A guffaw is a state.

:- Doug.

What’s the itsy-bitsiest imaginative thing you can bring?

:- Doug.

How many worlds may we each hold in our arms, you and I, when we imagine—imagine toddlers reaching for a shiny spoon, or elder toddlers reaching for a grandfather’s pocket watch on a chain—what does time mean to either at this stage of life?

:- Doug.

Conversations don’t happen in the world, they are the world, happening.

:- Doug.

Maybe mine is a spirituality of the larger, ever larger. Here, for sure, is an escape from ego.

:- Doug.

The between is the event, the party.

:- Doug.

We seek opportunity in exploring the unknown.

:- Doug.

This life lives us
not separately
together

:- Doug.

Final Q #1: How is it by looking into your eyes I see one like myself? #2: How is it when I lose interest in myself I find myself co-extensive with the all there is?

:- Doug.

Do you see a person’s layers horizontal or vertical?

:- Doug.

This is Superman’s telephone booth—where we change into our super cape.

:- Doug.

Jungle does not mean jumble.

:- Doug.