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There is no story unless the protagonist changes. There is no conversation unless the parties are revealed, opened to change. Opening is change. Change, the object. A little change, please.

:- Doug.

My art
My promise

:- Doug.

“The streets were made of music.” All it takes is the hint of an accent—or in this case, of magic—to carry people to a far place. Not even much of a wink. Lesson found, and I want to say, learned.

:- Doug.

Let me sit in the presence
of the elders among us
including us

:- Doug.

Beyond myself
the object of human

:- Doug.

A cauldron moment—one which told me something of myself and maybe turned my view of life, was when I was just old enough to run a power lawn mower: red, with a cord you wrapped around and pulled 4 times to start it. My mother looked out the door and said, “You’re wasting gasoline again! Start mowing and stop day dreaming!” Years later I began to own that reverie and reflection were part of me.

:- Doug.

How would I introduce Sarah? I first have to get to know her story.

:- Doug.

Invite people
in every condition of life
to human wonderfully

:- Doug.

So our meeting will be of value, what do we ancestors choose to offer one another?

:- Doug.

Your invitation to the ancestors must include questions. Ask about their sense of purpose in our topic. Ask them about their rawest exposed wounds.

:- Doug.

What pre-meeting work must I do? To show the people of the 11th Generation: I need and want their help; I will shoulder my part of the load. Then they may attend.

:- Doug.

Let’s let that jingle play a bit before we get to the next step.

:- Doug.

When you realize
Those are your people
Out there
In futuro
The moment of discovery

:- Doug.

Could I gather with the ancestors for 12 hours?

:- Doug.

I shouldn’t have goals. Better a calling. A walk. Bigger thing.

:- Doug.

We are making the path by talking it.

:- Doug.

We are a generation of reflectors.

:- Doug.

Now I find myself wondering (and wandering) if there is a timeless way of doing human of which we regularly and overwhelmingly lose the scent and music.

:- Doug.

What of the mycelia and the roots and the things going on in the underland can we work with?

:- Doug.

Thich Nhat Hanh offers a walking meditation in which we use the soles of our feet to plant love. How about harvesting? What will we harvest with our soles?

:- Doug.

The untold story is
The beyond of human

:- Doug.

Sitting in an elder’s presence is holy time. It could happen for you, sitting in your own presence.

:- Doug.

Can we generations ponder together?

:- Doug.