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The world runs from conversation
Yet
The world runs on conversation

:- Doug.

No straightness is found
in our unfolding
life stutters, life spirals
but always seeks new
from energy to active love
we go weaving and weaving
complexity

:- Doug.

Always look for the energy emerging as motion, where the holy is coming out. Work here, with it. It may be faint, it may feel foreign. This is the working place.

:- Doug.

We expand our wholeness by conversing. We see bigger, we create, we find, we change, we change worlds.

:- Doug.

I am flying and I am confused, and maybe these are the same thing. Flying I see more, but still do not see all, and it is a wonder.

:- Doug.

Our commons are our betweens.

:- Doug.

We do not die alone. We die in the midst of us. In most settings, the person is ripped from the cloth, leaving stretched and torn threads. We all die a bit, we all contract, we might expand. If the death is witnessed, there is an exchange, and often it is good for the witness. Something in us goes away, maybe a familiar touch, a voice on which we depended. What is happening is that between is changed.

:- Doug.

What does it mean to you to have a good death? What does it mean to a family to be part of a good death? Given the people you are given in your family, what might a good death be?

:- Doug.

In families we love to devise ways to play well together. Does more experience with playing together help us? Does more experience with playing well together help us?

:- Doug.

Goals are merely goals. They carry danger when they become musts, as in “You must have goals.” The danger is they could substitute for life: goals are defined by ends; life grows on.

:- Doug.

Is it possible for us in this society “that we need no longer aim at anything,” as Bernie DeKoven holds up for us in The Well-Played Game?

:- Doug.

Conversation works because the persons are more important than the subject of the conversation. Perhaps we can say that the object of the conversation is the betweens of it, the subject being the excuse to create the betweens.

:- Doug.

This is our opening.

:- Doug.

The All There Is
Is the Really Real

:- Doug.

Enjoy how we fit with life
We fit with life
By engaging in life

:- Doug.

If at the start you have to ask what a service will cost, maybe I cannot afford you as a client. Maybe you are so hung up on money that you will be blinded to doing what you need. That could tie my hands—and yours.

:- Doug.

Can we be present to The All There Is?
Merge with This?
Allow This to flow through us?
Us to flow through This?
Can we be All There Is?

:- Doug.

Have you ever seen a neighborhood baseball game, where the kids are different ages, different abilities, different sizes, but they still want to play? Here, this tree will be home plate, that tree across the way second base, and we’ll put this stick as first base and that pile of stones will be third. Now for four year old Suzie we’ll stand up closer and pitch underhanded to her, and she can use this closer places as her bases. They pick teams, and they have fun.

They have reinvented the game of baseball, to fit them, to serve them.

So many times we take the “solutions” (who wants to be dissolved?) of the “experts,” who are nothing but passers-by, and apply them to ourselves. Sometimes, perhaps more times than we realize, we need to reinvent our wheel.

:- Doug.

In our activist world, where every one of us is a doer, to take a moment out to contemplate is profoundly disorganizing.

:- Doug.

Don’t count on the Veteran’s Administration or even Medicaid for all your Long-Term Care. You still need love: a kind touch, a cold wash cloth.

:- Doug.

In a luscious dream, she does not want to awaken, want to stay in the impossible story. We can awaken her jarringly, but the world is more apt to arise willingly, brightly, looking forward to the day, if we are gentle and kind.

:- Doug.

Red giants
blast furnaces
created hydrogen
since then
morphing as
stars, planets,
great grandparents,
dust, us,
great grandchildren:
forgotten generations
will our
generation remember?

:- Doug.

Can we let die—
What
Whom
—When?

:- Doug.