Turbulence! Chaos!
Turbulence! Chaos!
We die!
No. You live!
:- Doug.

When I have an insight it is not wisdom, rather something to be shared with invitation that you share yours. For the grandchildren.
:- Doug.
One of our holy faces seems always to come forward spontaneously when needed by our community. Maybe from waiting, stepping back, making space. Are these loving?
:- Doug.
We are in this conflict together. I am as troubled as you, you as I. Let’s work alongside one another.
:- Doug.