You a butterfly?
How are you a butterfly? A rainbow?
:- Doug.
It is not about having the answers. It is about holding what we are doing differently. That different thing we are doing is allowing our personal selves, the collective personal self, to reveal themselves, itself, more fully. Each moment. Say it more livingly.
:- Doug.
Lovely looking day out my window: two chairs under the little tree, in dappled sunlight. Blue skies tending toward deep. Some cumulus clouds floating imperceptibly southwards. Breezes stirring the mid level leaves and some at shoulder height. Comfortable temps.
:- Doug.
Watchwords for feral writing, thinking, anything next: Fear—Sad—Pleasing—Wonderful
:- Doug.
Can sadness take
our conversation
in hand?
Can sadness carry
us—students—
the whole course?
Can sadness?
:- Doug.
Introduce our grandchildren to one or two inhabitants of your life. Especially people of many contradictions. Raise curiosity. Be a muse.
:- Doug.
What small, practical experiments can we devise to test how life could be different? We can leave these for our grandchildren. They might be different kinds of jobs; new surprising relationships.
:- Doug.
Ephemera
are we
years later
we leave only
expressions
on faces
kind deeds
the way we
put together
words
we touched
:- Doug.
The conversation, and the spaces between words, and the spaces between speakings in the conversation, and the spaces between the people, must each be alive, wonderful, or if you will, living.
:- Doug.
I awakened this morning at the long end of a busy fertile lid-lifting dream—good! This is the living-productive way!
:- Doug.
The closer we look at us and our lives—our microcosm—the more likely we are to meet those of hundreds of years on.
:- Doug.