Only find vestiges
We can only ever find vestiges of ourselves—as we were, as we imagine ourselves to be, or to come to be.
:- Doug.
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What to ripen
There is more grief in our world than we allow. Every loss—death or other removal of spouse, child, parent—even to the small angers over losing an argument (our belief in our justice) or a frustrating day (it’s not fair!), or a minor betrayal by a friend—every loss leads us to grieve. So, one function of conversation is to demonstrate our need of others to help us find and ripen our vulnerability.
:- Doug.
We meet loss
We first meet loss, I surmise, in childhood. Here there is a wound Mother’s kiss cannot make better. Or maybe there is an injustice. An inconsequential story: In school I was asked to write a question about food groups. I wrote a question, “How many?” and answered “7.” The teacher took my question mark as a “2” and so my answer as “27,” making it wrong. How unfair! So loss grows as big as an implacable teacher.
:- Doug.
Ritual for particular
If we were to create a ritual for a conversation (nb: a particular conversation), what would it contain? What do we want it to do? What spirits call in? What if a conversation were a prayer?
:- Doug.
Away?
If I am sitting at my desk writing away
If the artist is painting away
If the meat cutter is cutting away
If the sleeper is snoozing away
If you are thinking about it, what’s your question?
:- Doug.
Puzzle pieces
In spring:
We are pieces
In our life’s puzzle
Leaves fall:
Strange
How new people
Fit
:- Doug.
Edited me?
Have I grown from writing
This book? Each poem?
Has this conversing
Yet
Edited me?
:- Doug.
Travel to a different
If you were to travel to a different
world, what would be in it? How
do you know that would be any better?
:- Doug.
