Beautiful cloud-light
Beautiful sunlight
Beautiful day
A-dawning
Wonder is we seldom say
Beautiful cloud-light
Cozy blanket, warming & a-living
:- Doug.
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Beautiful sunlight
Beautiful day
A-dawning
Wonder is we seldom say
Beautiful cloud-light
Cozy blanket, warming & a-living
:- Doug.
Ahh! So much we miss
when we see someone as other
—strange, unknown, alien—
we miss seeing others
—people like us, full with
mystery, loving, longing to be known
:- Doug.
Our whole work is conversation. Whole, as in rounded, full, complete, healing. Our, as in each person on this globe. Conversation, meaning turning with, a picture of dancing, and a picture of turning over a compost heap to keep it working! The only way we have to love one another is conversation, which may be words, may be silences, may be a touch or a glance.
:- Doug.
We are living reduced lives and under the surface we know it. So we try to fill the empty feeling with food, drugs, abdicating our power to sports or political heroes. No wonder we are troubled. No wonder our politics are bizarre. No wonder we are fat!
:- Doug.