Confronts me now
Confronts me now
The Other
Vast
Unknown
Whelming my eyes
:- Doug.

Footprints in the Windsm # 1496
We do not have the courage to love. We do not know how to find the courage to love.
You work in a nursing home. You are not a manager. You want to be caring to those you are given to help. You want to be kind and gentle and take time with them, listen to them, brush back their hair, treat them as individual persons. You want to speak soothingly to the person who is fighting you as you clean them up and change their diaper.
But, your manager has given you 6 people to care for in the next 25 minutes, and others have said to not let yourself get too close to your patients.
Do we have the courage to speak truth to the power over our paycheck, our very job? Do we have the courage to say to managers that the corporate “philosophy” or “business model” could be more healthy and that it might even help the “bottom line?” Do we have the courage to speak our heart and our love in a culture that fears that kind of talk?
Where do we find this courage?
Please pass it on.
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Open Space is torus-shaped
a donut of respiration
circulation,
inspiration,
with an open space
where energy dances
with us in the middle
:- Doug.
Emergent are we
Organizing ourselves
Into higher
Complexity and
Consciousness
Circumspice!
Dive up!
:- Doug.
We have seen ourselves individuated
Now to see into our blood and breath
Where we are one
:- Doug.
We are not talons clutching
We are one: whole, embracing
Unified, variegated
:- Doug.
Its talons bury in my flesh
Blood flows
It will not release me
This demon
Is of my making
When I release it releases
Blood remains
:- Doug.
What is the courage it takes to sit with a dying person? And what is our calming about? Are we aiding them? How can we know? We know because it is the human thing we do; it arises out of us; we must do this. So that is how we know.
:- Doug.
It’s OK
I don’t know if it’s OK
I love you
Calming you
Calming me
It’s OK
As someone left
After you
Accompanying
Only so far
Do I say it
For me?
It’s OK
:- Doug.
The evergreen across the way has a dusting of powdered sugar, unperturbed by the winds moving the deciduous trees around.
:- Doug.