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Surrender
the side of the moon we see
the side we don’t—generosity

:- Doug.

We can pay for something
we cannot buy
that man could have become mayor
if he’d been willing to relinquish his anger

:- Doug.

All about Conversations that Cook: We simply throw folks into a cauldron. They sizzle and they bubble and they boil. They come out savory: engaged and creative and getting things done—because that’s who went in.

:- Doug.

Friend, my unknowing must trouble me. Just now I wanted to pray for clarity of sight, and yet this we are continually denied. Maybe it is best, for then we can create the sight, the vision, and that is exactly what we need at that instant. Instantaneous vision, momentary sight.

To see the whole picture clearly means to stand outside time and see how time fits with space. For that we have only glimpses and imagination, and it is up to us, to the extent it concerns us, to create that junction and the place and time toward which it is moving.

:- Doug.

After you have transcended
How do your feet smell?
Can we know from this side?
Some transcendences come slowly
Some in great leaps over only
A generation or two—with a lot of
Sweat and blood
And unknowing
Ours a responsibility for
Creating the sight and the nature
Precisely how and when we need it

:- Doug.

I am Mr Juicy Meetings.

:- Doug.

Once there was a couple who sought to make their Wills. They thought about their children’s loves and skills and difficulties. They thought about their house of worship. They thought about all the things they did in the world: work and play, service that was for them enlivening, things they wanted to see happen for their grandchildren’s grandchildren and for the world. Then they wrote and wrote and wrote. Love letters. About dreams and making whole. They forgot about making “Wills,” they no longer wanted to dump things, but to put their lives whole to work. Only the lawyer called their dream letters Wills.

:- Doug.

What is the music we are?
Our poems write themselves out of that
Our dances come from there
Notes that reverberate out of our gut
Rather than in our ears
And jangle our hands and feet
This piper is inside us all

:- Doug.

You maple leaves are dancing
the sky loves the green of your dress
—and laughs

:- Doug.

Thieves: How do you steal
Away?
By giving me your litter
You steal from me—my energy
To pick it up
My time
Where is
Away?
If giving can be stealing
Can giving away feed us?
Must pay always come
From the ones served?

:- Doug.

This way of doing legal projects is hard work—not just for the attorney. Client and family are apt to leave wrung-out, sweating, with a glow of a task well done. We don’t try to make it unnecessarily easy.

:- Doug.

I am
 Climbing
  Back
   Down the ladder
    To release
     My true
      Self

:- Doug.

There is much at stake, nay all is at stake. If we do not throw what we have into the stew, it will be thrown onto the garbage heap. Then nature can try again. But the world has lost our nourishment, this piquancy. For ever.

:- Doug.

Our wild work is also our prophetic work. We are not wild, we turn not to our wild voices, for the sake of wildness, but for the sake of the whole which is G*d. Invite the unheard hurting voices from the margins, but also from this edge the wild untamed original voices.

:- Doug.

What to do with my wildness?

:- Doug.

Mystic compost heaps
Ethereal sledge hammers
Life nourishes, nudges our unseen parts

:- Doug.

Put your shoulder to prophecy’s plow
Open your mouth, put pen to paper
For the work’s sake, not for the
Breakfast coming later

:- Doug.

The mystic cook-fire
Our chance is not yet lost
Pick up the trail ride hard
Open doors run out
Be rounds include edges

:- Doug.

Kindle the emptiness
Set fire to silence
Meditation cushions are for spring you forth

:- Doug.

Do I fear my wild face?
Yes. But why?
It’s not to fear but set to work

:- Doug.

If you must have goals
Have a goal to be rid of goals

:- Doug.

Untamed are we
Even our tamed parts
Have wild stowaways

:- Doug.

I have a caring heart for my clients. For some I provide care, for all friendship.

:- Doug.