At a time
As we enter this hot chocolate we disappear—you, I, us. If only for an instant. At a time. We approach the narrowing as of an hourglass, little expecting it to open to a wider world on the other side—wider and brilliantly dark.
:- Doug.
Archive for February 10th, 2026
A dark garment
In hospital I found myself slipping into a dark garment that felt comforting, as well as brilliant. This is my day. And it stays. And I am heartened.
:- Doug.
hot chocolate grows cold
We should be willing to let the physical hot chocolate grow cold as the other hot chocolate sucks us into mystery, as we slip into its cone of presence. Trust this radical silence of voice and soul and essence. Trust the empty space and the longer now.
:- Doug.
Desire for knowledge
Desire for knowledge, e.g. when I search the Web: that is called curiosity.
:- Doug.
