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What can we do today to perpetuate the sacred of our lives? We can at least write it, write our stories.

:- Doug.

Maybe all we can do for the 11th generation is offer kinship. Offer daily.

:- Doug.

What would you put in a time capsule for the 11th generation? Where would you place it safely so it will be found by them?

:- Doug.

Name the chapters of your life after colors you might find on paint chips—eggnog, olive smoke, sand dollar, hot pink, summer sky, peach blossom, spring thaw, autumn red.

:- Doug.

Let those who have heart tell stories.

:- Doug.

Time is a human construct. It is just as easy to say there is no time as there is to say there is time. Without time, we are not separate from the 11th generation. We are all beads on the same necklace. Perhaps we were picked up at random to be strung on the thread. What does that say to our notions of generations, generativity, and being open to meeting? A thought experiment for the thoughtful.

:- Doug.

I want this day to be soft. I want to be soft this day. Gentle. Giving. Receiving. Letting flow through me.

:- Doug.

There is something we know about the 11th generation.

:- Doug.

Your stories, our generations.

:- Doug.

Let this, unnamed, sit in your heart
and brew

:- Doug.