Forcing someone to do our will is a failure of imagination. First, we could have invited them much more artfully. Second, engaging the imaginations of each of us together, we could have chosen something better to do.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1240
We may see the spaces between and among us as empty, especially empty of life. Yet I am getting glimpses of these spaces teeming with living possibility. Think of the space between flint and steel, the space static electricity leaps across (or is it from?). The attraction of earth and sun. The spinning and erotic dancers. Our betweens are alive & wherever you look are betweens!
Moreover the betweens are where we come alive. Watch mother and baby gaze into each other’s eyes. See how you are different for this person and that. Each person—each time—sparks a new something in us.
More than just being a place to hold these instances of life, more than a soup pot, I sense a livingness. There is here a continual coming into existence and disappearing of something that calls us by name. Here arises by waves one after another invitation after invitation.
Reach into the betweens
Careful!
The electricity could shock us!
Please pass it on.
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Our force over someone is never as great as our strength with them.
:- Doug.
We are participating in participating
Everything is always moving
Is there any difference between great events & small?
Might we choose the greater?
Might we choose significance?
:- Doug.
Can we change things? That’s the wrong question! Things are changing, we each are affecting them—by what we do and don’t, by what we say, by who we are. The question is not if, not even whether, but do we choose, are we on purpose about it? We all tug on the rope. But which direction? With how much of our being?
:- Doug.
The betweens are those through which
Flower petals fall in spring
Colors of leaves in fall
The betweens are those through which
Our hand travels to shake another
Our whispers travel to meet another’s heart
The betweens are
Pregnant, alive with
Connections, participation, invitation
The betweens are where
The all there is
Lives
:- Doug.
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