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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1132

If meaning in life
is direction of days
we can be here now
for destination is not assured
but
each now we choose our heading

We think the person with Alzheimer’s
slips away from us sadly
but could he, could she
find meaning in a happy day
wholeness in a happy moment
holding your hand?

Please pass it on.

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This is a making of my life
This is a doing of my work
This journaling, this poetry, this inviting conversing

:- Doug.

We are slaves! We are not free!

We are slaves to economic kings. To the ho-humness of our lives. To drab colors and enduring what life throws us, be it crime or illness or bureaucratic directives.

Yet neither are we better off taking charge, controlling others’ lives, for surely the controlling has us more than we have it.

Our work, life long, gritty, sweaty work, is to meet life as equal to it, to make our mark upon it as surely as it marks us.

:- Doug.

We ought to do what we can! Instead we live our lives at one-quarter throttle. There is plenty of room for gentleness—but be fully gentle. There is plenty of room for stillness—but be fully still. There is plenty of room for family—but be fully familiar. There is plenty of room for letting go—but fully let go. Touch the world and embrace—let it touch and embrace us. Live as if there would be no tomorrow—for surely it will be true. Live truly. Live fully. Live as if your life depended upon it.

Share your whole being with your family—even if one of you is in the nursing home.

:- Doug.