Elders’ improv
Three questions for elders: Who are you? Bringing what? For whom? Respond, then say Yes, and… improvise again.
:- Doug.
Archive for August, 2017
Life creating conversation
Finding your voice means having a life creating conversation with the world.
:- Doug.
Butterflies sunsets walks?
Poking holes can start with asking the covered ones where the pokes will be most welcome: Where is the life in you? What gives juice to your living? What in this world needs encouraging? Of what in the current scene do you despair? Who gives you hope? Which inspires you more: butterflies, sunsets, or walks in nature? Mountains, shores, or brooks?
:- Doug.
Greater number of lives
It is dawning on and through the elders: this is going to take longer and involve a greater number of lives than we at first hoped!
:- Doug.
Colors rearranging
So where does the elder find her eldering? Underground, in the shimmering dark, beneath the grey cloth, in the cocoon where the colors are rearranging themselves.
:- Doug.
Birth of beauty
Footprints in the Windsm # 1712
The world may be changing so fast simply because we are resisting it. We have gotten too comfortable. Change must come—and daily—and if it is repressed it may be that it seeps out the edges wherever it can. So it comes at us from what looks like the outside and in superficial ways—gadgets and technology, science and theories. But it is hard wired into the soul and spirit of humanity and the cosmos. We could do better if we answered its call and created our own. Then it would be deep and true and give birth to beauty.
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Marinate
That all makes sense, and it also needs to percolate, season, marinate, ferment, develop underground.
:- Doug.
Engineer’s windshield
I am just starting to see that eldering the elders is the process of poking holes in the grey cloth we have allowed to settle and accresce over us.
We have allowed it to build up over us. Poking holes lets in air and light, allows the essence to breathe and grow and expand its health. Our lives have become grey. Our children’s lives have become greyer as they are in the quagmire slogging out their living and raising their brood—and as the culture has gone ever deeper into putting money and accumulations first. We perhaps cannot turn the train tracks, but we can poke holes in the grey, clear a small spot in the engineer’s windshield.
:- Doug.
Then came the sweeping
Then came the vision, the door opening, the light, the sweeping hand and standing shoulder to side, and seeing lumps and grey cloth covering the rainbows and the flying. Perhaps they were butterflies and other critters, including giraffes!
:- Doug.
Fie on safety!
The elder must use a life’s courage and remaining strength to stand up to the middlers’ mantra of “safety” (which is their own turned conscience). We still have a work to do or be, a calling to perform, a risk to face—for the human and more world.
:- Doug.
Bleachers vow
What did the bleachers vow have to do with poking holes and eldering? I suspect more than being in the same life. How did politics become philosophy, and adolescent religiousness morph into mystic meeting?
:- Doug.
hole pokes
These poems and essences are hole pokes
in the grey cloth
with which we have covered ourselves
:- Doug.
