U, you, us
The universe is “you.” The universe is “us.”
:- Doug.

Bernie calls it play, I call it converse, Buber calls it meeting. All real life is….
:- Doug.
The games are to get us outside ourselves, toward intimacy, toward inter-living, toward advancing life’s agenda. They are largering.
:- Doug.
This eldering is a larger undertaking: major poetry as it were. This is acting upon the elders to find ever larger developments. The developments I have seen are merely hints of what is possible. Where is life taking us, where can we dance with life and maybe lead (love!) it a bit?
:- Doug.
Not balancing, not blending,
our magnificent individuality
with our relating capacity
bringing them both
to embrace and to round
:- Doug.
Elders participate in metamorphosis
losing creeping bodies, growing colors!
:- Doug.
Perhaps elders are not eldering us, rather pointing out the larger and hidden eldering that is going around and available to us.
:- Doug.
We promise tension, anxiety, and lostness. Not namby-pamby sweetness. Return untouched? Unlikely.
:- Doug.
Tension: we are pulled to larger and to our own small world. That is good—we are alive and growing. This too is larger picture.
:- Doug.