Quest for uncertainty
Conversation is a quest for uncertainty.
:- Doug.
What ought we plant to nourish the eleventh generation? What throw in the fire—to destroy or anneal?
:- Doug.
We can talk for them, of them, we can bring up their images in our words and heads. Images, visual of course, but also of taste, smell, touch, sound. What is the dignity of each individually? Can we look into this person’s eyes?
:- Doug.
I’m in love with this chapter—it is so delicate and generous I hesitate to touch it, to pull back its sheer.
:- Doug.
“But always changed.” Can we say that about our conversations? Do we seek that?
:- Doug.
Who are you as a person? As a family? How do you fit? What is to be your role? What are you curious to find out about yourself?
:- Doug.
We can tell a pre-story about the eleventh generation: they are not predictable but are understandable.
:- Doug.
How do we put good quality into ancestoring except by the goodness of our efforts as descendants to our ancestors?
:- Doug.
Our ascendants are not in our control, barely in their own from day to day. They do not need to be controlled. What then? Our role may be to accompany, to hear, to befriend. Together, we and the generations can discover more aspects of ourselves, this other-gathering-to species, and of this mysterious being, life.
We now are about this gathering-to. It is easy to mistake it as hoarding, keeping, accumulating. These are perverse, for true gathering-to is itself a giving and receiving, a free conversation. It may be more accurate to say we are gathering-about, -among, or to take this -to as meaning embrace, a giving-to of ourselves.
:- Doug.
Eldering especially seems a state we can consciously enter. We fall off it less consciously.
:- Doug.