Gone now. Remembered.
What is fire? It is neither wood, nor oxygen, nor heat, nor light. It is activity. Activity engaging these making these. Leaping. Here now. Gone now. Remembered. Imagined.
:- Doug.

What is fire? It is neither wood, nor oxygen, nor heat, nor light. It is activity. Activity engaging these making these. Leaping. Here now. Gone now. Remembered. Imagined.
:- Doug.
What stories we never heard will the campfire draw forth from our ancestral memories through our lips?
Deeper into the night, what stories will the campfire itself tell us?
:- Doug.
What stories will the 300 year grandchildren-elders tell? Will they speak of us? Of a great shuddering?
:- Doug.
We have projected current trends in many fields into the future. Now it is time to view a future discontinuous with our dominant culture.
:- Doug.
Are we smarter than our ancestors of 300 years ago? Have we gone deeper, further? Might we?
:- Doug.
If I am seeing conversation, intimacy as basic, then participation in creating and enacting (bringing forth) grows from that soil.
:- Doug.
See how the movies tend to entwine two stories, following to their common source. Could this be a model of the workings of a relationship with those beyond our time?
:- Doug.
Knowing spiritual events are multi-local, we can open our sight lines across the generations.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1798
If we are going to make a world hospitable for the grandchildren, it won’t be through physical constructs like planned cities, technological devices, drugs, even cyborgs. Rather it will be re-designing, or rather re-finding, the human coeur.
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Let your eyes go soft
your breathing too
attune to the all there is
flowing gently
through you
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1797
The little tree envied the dancing of the little goats and lambs, kittens and puppies. In a wind her mama leaned over and whispered “You may; with the breezes!” And so she danced wildly with each breeze which came along, spinning it lightly, tossing her many many arms all about! What joy! And all the trees around clapped their hands!
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Elders are concerned not only with how the grandchildren will live, but why they will live as they will.
:- Doug.
When you caught glimpse of us all as grandchildren, when you caught glimpse of the string of grandchildren on a long necklace, then you were of the long view, of the super human, of the elder.
:- Doug.
Whom do you want deciding your end of life? Deciding what? What does this tell the grandchildren about what in life is the value? Tell the grandchildren…what in life is the value?
:- Doug.