Not safe
Your story will not be safe.
:- Doug.
Need to move steadily—have much to triage and paddle rhythmically with today.
:- Doug.
Artistry opens us to thinking possibly
Try it. Observe
through a soft pillow
a stealthy panther
an angry waterfall flashing
:- Doug.
Finding a metaphor of your own
frees your soul
and you did not see a lock
:- Doug.
Writing poetry, or any reflective thing, is thinking. It is alive, working, not like past thought, deadening as it speeds along.
:- Doug.
One issue is I am trying to explain it to me, clarifying as I go. That is valid. But I can still seek for metaphors in the act of exploring.
:- Doug.
Because poetry knows beyond the cognitive, it can take us places we don’t expect to go—that is help us learn.
:- Doug.
Your role, dear lawyer, is not to advise, nor counsel, nor even to listen, but to hear. This is your role, dear human.
:- Doug.
Nourish us and we nourish one another; free us and we free one another; converse with us and we converse with one another….
:- Doug.
Empty. This day. No insight, inspiration, fascination. Only tasks ahead. Neutral. Stuffed full, so empty.
:- Doug.
From source to creating to action to nourishing to freeing to conversing to gathering to loosening
:- Doug.
The issue is my yes, my doing the thing, more than the how. The how comes in doing.
:- Doug.
Notice the pulse in your chest. In your arms. In your toes. Every now and again notice what your breath was doing to your chest or stomach or back or shoulders.
:- Doug.
How might you use guided imagery with a person who has dementia? It seems you would be able to fly further and higher than with those encumbered by their dailinesses.
:- Doug.