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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1203

Skies, washing and watering: Mother Nature seems to be doing that a lot more these days. Have we brought some of the excess upon ourselves? Is earth trying to wash away our dirt? The lady has had slop buckets emptied on her; she wants nothing so much as to shower and shampoo.

If we work to clean up our mess, will the earth settle into an equilibrium, become again friendly?

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Meeting conversation, meeting the world, meeting G*d: this is my charge.

:- Doug.

What are the depths of this one which will plumb the depths of me? What depths might we invent among us? Invent in both senses—the modern creating and the ancient finding what already exists, even as Platonic forms.

:- Doug.

My charge is meeting, meeting you in everyman, everywoman—not just telling others to meet.

:- Doug.

Do we but confuse existence with a personal standpoint, as if it were the province of the ego?

Is salvation purely a matter for your individual soul and there is no place for the whole? Must it be us vs them, us ahead of them, get, get, get?

:- Doug.

There is a work I yet have to do—to go beyond the conversation message—to meet the Really Real on behalf of creation—to undertake this task of discovering and creating and conversing ever more profoundly. Prophesy yes, and walk.

:- Doug.

We can meet the is that is our is and all is: yet we can barely conceive this meeting. We think to meet the other needs to be like us, yet this is is not like us: this is is us and is at the same time more than us, is the very is of all, is the very is of something more than the all.

:- Doug.

God is
your is
my is
the is

:- Doug.

You mean God
and God means you
yet more: God is

:- Doug.

Searching each other is difficult: it is the stuff of the conversation of which I speak. How do we search each other without being searched, having our soul opened, butterflied with a scalpel, displayed on a wall for all to see? It is best done kindly and gently, knowing that the knife we use on the other will be next handed to them; perhaps we’d best use it on our own darkening spots first. So far I speak only of essential fairness; but into what do we cut? Through the muscle, through the bone, to the marrow: what is the essence of us? What decision have we made to be living as we are? What is the core and heart of our living? Is it life or is it deadly? Is it about filling our stomachs or putting rings on our fingers, or is it about some larger world, people beyond our skins? Is it about our own soul’s salvation, or repair of the world? Is it about meeting our own ego’s demands or meeting divinity in our days? With whom is the conversation in our hearts?

:- Doug.

It takes a leader to let
Perhaps
It takes a leading to let

:- Doug.

A week’s softening glimpses:
A living in the decision
What is the decision
To which I am called?
Intricate simplicity
Gathering point
Searching each other
Open as the day

:- Doug.

Something dancing around the edges of my consciousness this morning, about oneness and simplicity, about how underlying all is your intricate song of simplicity, something about love and gathering points, and the hum underneath. You are this. Somehow you are both in us and more than us and we have all of you accessible to us. Something also about the higher within each of us that we can simply reach inside and touch and from there live and move and have, have our being. We have what we need.

:- Doug.

not a competition
an interweaving
this life
you & I & all these
the whole
is not of us composed
is our roisterous play
intricate simplicity

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1202

When we see each other
as divine gifts, brilliant
then we too become brilliant
we move out of our
dull bored existence into
engaged shimmering

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There may be more here than what you are seeing.

:- Doug.

Everyone has something about which she or he leads.

:- Doug.

Let us act in the fullness of invitation….

:- Doug.

I’m a people entrepreneur. I invite into enterprise sometimes families, sometimes larger families (for example, neighbors).

:- Doug.

The space of invitation
The G*d of invitation
We are here
Still invited on
& invited to invite

:- Doug.

Set an extra chair to be the place of those not able to be here, to be their voices and ears among us.

:- Doug.

what is happening
often hides
what is not happening
do we seek answers
or ought we seek questions
or do these wordy ways
take us away from our amongs
hide from us that
everything is moving
everything is always moving

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1201

The horses next door
Watching me in expectant silence
Have me asking
Might they be
A superior intelligence to ours
Gently eating the grass
From my hand
Allowing me to pet their soft noses
Watching me as I pick up sticks,
Mow my grass, do my work
Pondering the trivial things
That hold my attention
Communicating with me
Some eternal truths
Or profound wisdom
In a language
Yet too elevated
For our species to comprehend?

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