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I work on the BS—the Big Stuff: Wills, death, life, nursing homes, estates, grieving, global warming, school boards, and doers. BS in families and communities. This is what ties them together—G*d. It is about getting people to insert themselves in life. To make themselves known.

:- Doug.

The question defines the audience, and their direction: if we ask What can we do to reduce global warming? we get householders and school children and we talk about recycling cans and bottles and driving less. If we ask How can we profit from low carbon? we get business and government people and we invent new industries and work. Both can be large.

If I ask, How can I serve the world so loved? I get writing and gathering.

:- Doug.

Work on the big stuff first. It means for tomorrow to work on my writing before the email, it means for today to find the big projects first, it means for life to work on global warming before watching the big game.

:- Doug.

Making a better world is no spectator sport.

:- Doug.

The story’s the thing
A magic ring
A boy who would be king
Carrying to lands strange & far
A bag filled with our dreams & hearts

:- Doug.

Right minding
Reflecting
Imagining
Staying
Hmm…
Exploring
Noticing
Following
Opening
Peeking
Hearing
Saturating

Mystifying
Presencing
Welcoming
Inviting
Honoring
Stretching
Reverencing
Weaving
Loosening
Tactiling
Sighing

:- Doug.

We are the real ones
Flesh & sweat, dirty windows
& a mess to pick up in the living room
No president nor mayor
—How can they be real?—
But mostly we have to live
With our decisions &
The work of our hands
This is how we make our world
And have for ages
And we cannot deny it
We are the real ones
We make the real world
Why do we make it so small?

:- Doug.

G*d meets
Me—hear
Meets loves
My turn

G*d meets
Is more
Than person
Than puppet

Than puppet-master
Befriending adults
Wrestling Dreaming
Shooting out

Whole making
Sourcing our
Loving living
Being meeting

:- Doug.

Instead of saying
I am a lawyer, teacher
Baker, gardener, say
I am here

:- Doug.

Whenever
It starts
Is the
Right time
Spirit shows
When
Spirit shows
Ever

:- Doug.

To say
G*d is
May be
Beyond us
But it’s true
To say
G*d does
G*d loves
G*d meets

:- Doug.

Friend, meet, encounter with me. Commune. This is more important than magic tricks, responding like a puppet when I pull your strings, real or imaginary. I think there are strings, and some are real. But for a friend, we ask help when we need it, give it when needed, asked. The help may be exactly what we ask, it may be something else. Love is fulfilling, ever fulfilling.

:- Doug.

Love is the stuff that pulls us together. Then even in conflict there is love, because we will not let the other wrestler go. Something brings us together, and that something has another name: love. It is what attracts us, draws us together. It is not about getting money from them, but respect: love.

:- Doug

One lawyer says
It is all about money
It is not:
It is about love
It is about how people
Choose to be with each other:
Growlingly, it-ly,
Aloofly, nastily,
Or kindly, respectfully,
Treating each other well,
As persons

:- Doug.

I am stirring up things for my friends: stirring up other people, inviting people to the pot, the cook with the 4 stones, asking them to throw in their carrots and beets and pieces of meat, nuts and corn and nourishment and yes, love.

I am a cook. I can only put in what you bring. I can only suggest flavors: you choose what to put in the pot, what to withhold.

:- Doug.

You can use your computer without ever connecting to the Internet, but would you want to?

You can live your life withdrawn from others, but O what you’d be missing!

:- Doug.

You are the one who sustains us. You mean it all; you mean us all.

:- Doug.

Why disorganize our community? Do you want a serious answer, or a light-hearted one? Jugular or jocular?

:- Doug.

No final answers, a continuing of the search, the path: working on bringing your divinity to my world, the world, repairing the world, turning it upside down, disorganizing, meeting. WEave!

:- Doug.

Mountains, fire, wind howling
Brush strokes across the skies
These speak to me of G*d
Who do they say you?

:- Doug.

We have told ourselves stories of God, making “him” into an angry old man on a judgment seat, a lover of music and incense and blood-sacrifice, or a good natured father, dandling children on “his” knee, passing out sugar plums. Our difficult task is to shed those images, true or otherwise, to find who is G*d. Who lives?

:- Doug.

Fear locks me, fear blocks me, when I am in front of people, putting on a show, wanting to get it right. My task is to recall that meeting, hearing, now is my task. Nothing more—is more.

:- Doug.

Coming up out of the unexpected
Emergence’s image is of the same stuff
As arising’s and resurrection’s

:- Doug.