Culminating
Eldering is culminating.
:- Doug.
I am about to die. I am walking into a forest dark. I cannot see another side. I may die many others, indeed I can hope to die many others, before this body disintegrates back to elements. Death, the way to life. I go.
:- Doug.
There is a developmental stage beyond adult. It has nothing to do with retirement.
:- Doug.
Now we can finally live—though in a way different from what we thought.
:- Doug.
Friend, into your unreliable world, full of peril, full of joy, full of destiny, full of meeting, full of possibility.
:- Doug.
How well am I investing my life this hour?
This hour of friendship spent in non-productive tasks—talking to others, helping my friend, not knowing if I am of help—I ask if this is the purpose of life, at least my life—and if this is when I want to invest my life. Does it in fact bring a larger in to my life?
:- Doug.
How we treat each other in life
becomes stark at dying-time
anger and using, caring and gentleness
:- Doug.
Planet revolves upon its axis simultaneously around its star spinning among a cloud of such stars while that galaxy turns with its universe—likewise living things upon that planet seek out each other for play and food and loving—moving-meeting and meeting-moving.
:- Doug.
Everything is moving-meeting
or almost meeting or shying away
ever yearning for intimacy
to be known and heard
to share essence
:- Doug.
We begin to notice death’s many aspects—some are desirable beneficial lovely—ours might serve the spheres beyond ourselves.
:- Doug.