Long elders!
Aging is being stretched—never have we had such long elders!
:- Doug.
Now I see when I became an elder. In Portland, Oregon on about January 30, 2004, I consciously turned the corner—decided on service.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1717
It doesn’t matter: what we choose to do at the crossroads, with our life. It doesn’t matter: we can choose any direction we wish and it will be good. God is watching to see what we do. “Surprise me,” he says, and giggles with delight that we do. “Make my world.”
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Elders do not turn the ship’s wheel
We can sometimes turn the eyes and heads
Of those who touch the wheel
:- Doug.
I am thinking for you. No, not doing your thinking. Doing my own. Opening the conversation. So you can think further. For us.
:- Doug.
Eldering is a different kind of productive—whether in type of product, or how it produces, I cannot tell.
:- Doug.
Eldering is a capstone to one’s doing, being, and being thinning to touch the far reaches.
:- Doug.
Eldering is being and doing for the larger good of generations, community, and worlds.
:- Doug.
The rhythm of the energy calls forth the dancing
The dancing expends energy and calls forth yawns
And the end of the dancing…till….
:- Doug.