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Mousetraps—
Keep settin’ ’em
Till you
Stop gettin’ ’em!

:- Doug.

What is doing? We are always doing—our cells are dying and regenerating; our organs are digesting, breathing, beating; our synapses are firing; our eyes are taking in photons, our ears waves. Rest is often simply the time another muscle is contracting. Lying on the beach taking in the sun is still a time heart and lungs are busy. So what is doing? Is being simply a pondering of what is out there, that is, an action in here, while doing is an action out there, on others or on things? Being, at least pondering, might be rearranging the pattern of synapses firing—an in here activity. So as a do-be, we are always doing and being, and perhaps what we call doing is a doing out there, and what we call being is a doing in here.

We are ever always weaving and being woven and the larger weaving we call, because we want to call all we experience, G*d. G*d is not separate but part of the weave.

:- Doug.

Being is being creative
We are the weaving
There is no being apart from doing
Nor doing apart from being
There is realization—learning—
reflection—in just being here—
There is observation—reception—
acceptance—opening to the other—
there is letting one’s being out—
to play—for others to see—
Just being is weaving—weaving
me, weaving us, weaving
cosmos, weaving meaning, only weaving:
inseparable—being-doing

:- Doug.

I am a community disorganizer—because—isn’t there a grey cloth over each of our heads, a grey cloth that needs ripping?

:- Doug.

Invite people together to have the conversation of your life.

:- Doug.

You have yet a gift to give to the world.

:- Doug.

Tell me your story.
Where is the pain?
What were the peak times?

:- Doug.

Creation is ongoing into our day
What we thought so wonderfully fitted
Was maybe created by just that event

:- Doug.

We can turn to fire
especially when wooden and dry
be careful how close you stand
to such a one—they might ignite!

Seek out what is like fire in us
questions and stories are bow and flint
invite us near to our own sparks
we were always one with the fire!

:- Doug.

Honor your gifts: give them bigger!

:- Doug.

This is the larger gift, the valuable gift. Can we get beyond the grinding stone?

Beyond is divinity. Moving beyond seeing only the stone grinding to seeing our task as divine.

People are divine humans when they become aware they are. When they get to work at weaving the larger fabric.

:- Doug.

How can we ever have peace if we keep pushing them away?

:- Doug.

Imagination adds the perceiver to the object. The world is about creation.

We need to distill and subtract at times, but when it comes to understanding and working the world, imagination is the tool that sets us to creating.

To be is to perceive. To live is to imagine. We see with our mind, our imagination, and our enthusiasm, not with our eyes.

:- Doug.

Analysis is dissection and that kills, synthesis breathes.

:- Doug.

We do not make the secular sacred
we reveal it so

:- Doug.

Community conversation creates our life.

:- Doug.

Speak to me of G?d my friend
unknown who beyond my ken
pattern weave and wind

:- Doug.

There is a certain ism-ist
writing in our day
an ego great upon his sleeve
and try as hard as he does not
(don’t you want to heave?)
he cannot put it far away
and so it gets into our nay

:- Doug.

When we do not see
sometimes it’s handy to look

:- Doug.

She rolls and takes blanket
I can tug back
or yield more
either way we are both covered

:- Doug.

Fabric is comprised of threads
appears from the weave
each thread essential
to pattern and holding together
touch one touch all
this colored textured loose fabric
is called humanity
its weave G*d

:- Doug.

What do we do in conversation? Contradict, evoke, examine, explore, create….

:- Doug.

A shower warm and tingly
washing away the dirt
to reveal your beauty

A lover exploring, discovering
a new real you
caressing, tickling

A challenge, poking and prodding
bringing anguished examination
perchance light, new direction

The air above the net in a tennis game
clear, conduit
moving, influencing, perhaps creating

What does it feel like inside a conversation?
What does it feel like to be the third person arising?
What does it feel like to create and mold and blow
upon to shape another person?

How does it feel to create without touching flesh?
Where “all” you have is blowing and whistling
and planting inklings?
Where you are being morphed
and morphing, shaping and being shaped?

What does love feel like?
What does fertility feel like?

:- Doug.