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Many of the movies I have seen, put together, teach me a curious truth: the people of great wealth, power, and title often play minor roles in real life.

:- Doug.

Write, voices!
Write, hands!
Write, hearts!

:- Doug.

See it bigger, hear it bigger.

:- Doug.

Take the temperature, the music, the rhythm, the aroma, the motion, the flows and swells, the savory and sweetness and blandness, the conversations of this gathering.

:- Doug.

What can it mean to be an elder?

:- Doug.

Freedom is a small thing for look at how little we have done with it.

:- Doug.

Let’s remind ourselves to breathe. Breathing needs both inhalation and exhalation, inspiration and expiration, expanding and contracting. Politically we have entered a phase of contraction. This too is healthy. Just keep reminding us an in-breath is necessary. It will come. Breathe.

:- Doug.

Some elders are seeking subtle ways to work upon the world.

:- Doug.

When you are doing your work, what is the work hidden beyond the surface? What is the more your heart is on? For whom and why?

:- Doug.

Prayers for another
Can be an absorbing
of them

:- Doug.

Poetry is a way
of not facing
in order to face

:- Doug.

Friend, there is much here. Perhaps indeed this is another key thought—much. Much and more. The idea of packing much into a short space stretches us. It helps us perceive, touch, be touched. This may be why my writing has lots of commas and non-commas: to pack much and more in here. Alone, this process evokes. Much and more. The world is. Embodied pattern and process. Much and more. What we perceive is much. More than we speak. Yet there is more out there we have yet to perceive. Much and more.

:- Doug.

What does it mean to be an elder?

:- Doug.

You are embodied—call this structure
You do things—process
Within relationships and conversations—pattern

:- Doug.

We have qualities,
possibilities, unknowns:
what a cake to bake!

:- Doug.

This first snow like all
first snows, returning, sticking
enspirited me

:- Doug.

Friend, into your storm.

:- Doug.

When someone is ill in hospital, family gathers. Do we feel there is healing in bringing close all these centers, loci?

:- Doug.

We cannot mathematically calculate a life’s meaning; we can map it. Perhaps when we have plotted the points we will discover a stream running through, or a spiral. Or a constellation.

:- Doug.

We tell ourselves stories
To chase away our fear of the dark
Because fear is turned imagination
We’re afraid of the light too
Stories work there

:- Doug.

Stretch the imp-ossible!

:- Doug.

Friend, into your stretching till I break or become.

:- Doug.

The plodding does not show us possibles, only things we have seen, logic and practicalities, seldom stretching credulity. We are human: we need to be stretched.

:- Doug.