Touch, soul, larger
Touch, soul, larger: what are we trying to say, what has no words?
:- Doug.
There was a dream
and it’s now gone
of peacock “eyes”
and truer things
happy am I
that this morning
there was a dream
:- Doug.
Might we too serve one another as intermediaries? Growing fires from green sparks this one or that receives or causes? Each grandparent may be able to tune to a few generations on—or to someone who catches a whisper or an evocative phrase.
:- Doug.
Tree “talks” to tree via the intermediary hyphae of the mychorrhizal fungi. Perhaps there could be an intermediary across time?
:- Doug.
Why do you go to the north pole, climb Everest, walk on Mars? Danger. Yet daring is not the thing—they could have jumped off a building. Effort; stretching. Might just be it. Glory? Unlikely. Money? Unlikely.
:- Doug.
Conversing across time frames is impossible, something I see no evidence of people having attempted. I’m not even sure we can human better, let alone what that means.
But I am tying together, tangling, two impossibles: Doing human better; with caring people who have 300 years more experience.
Two impossibles, tangled. Why? Because it needs doing.
:- Doug.
How might our grandchildren in their later years change what we do now? Might our changes loop to them?
:- Doug.