Archive for November, 2020

Throw down your last

Be open in a way that matters—to the other, to yourself. Throw down your last thousand.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 30th, 2020 | No Comments »

God thinks

God thinks.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 30th, 2020 | No Comments »

Argue against view you expressed?

How would you argue against the view you just expressed? Is there a third view?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 30th, 2020 | No Comments »

To read thinkers

I want to read thinkers—for I want to think.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 29th, 2020 | No Comments »

A name among many

A name among many
My God Perhaps

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 29th, 2020 | No Comments »

Grandchild, my teacher

Grandchild, if you are my teacher, and you are, what do you teach?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 29th, 2020 | No Comments »

Footprints in the Windsm # 1998–Papunehang

Footprints in the Windsm # 1998

To the extent I can touch the more basic, the better to converse across time spans. My words may no longer carry the meaning I assign to them. What was the thing Papunehang said to John Woolman? “I love to feel where words come from.” From Woolman’s Journal:

On the evening of the 18th I was at their meeting, where pure gospel love was felt, to the tendering of some of our hearts. The interpreters endeavored to acquaint the people with what I said, in short sentences, but found some difficulty, as none of them were quite perfect in the English and Delaware tongues, so they helped one another, and we labored along, Divine love attending. Afterwards, feeling my mind covered with the spirit of prayer, I told the interpreters that I found it in my heart to pray to God, and believed, if I prayed aright, he would hear me; and I expressed my willingness for them to omit interpreting; so our meeting ended with a degree of Divine love. Before the people went out, I observed Papunehang (the man who had been zealous in laboring for a reformation in that town, being then very tender) speaking to one of the interpreters, and I was afterwards told that he said in substance as follows: “I love to feel where words come from.”

That perhaps is my watch word. I want my reader to feel where words come from. Feel and source.

That is how to converse.


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Published in: FootprintsintheWind/sm | on November 28th, 2020 | No Comments »

I twist my ear

Grandchild, what might I hear of you, how might I twist my ear to you?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 28th, 2020 | No Comments »

Know not yourself

Be not yourself
Know not yourself
These get in the way

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 28th, 2020 | No Comments »

Less we know

The less we know of ourselves the more we live.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 28th, 2020 | No Comments »

Every day in every

Every day in every way I am conversing with grandchildren.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 27th, 2020 | No Comments »

Time and all at once

No, time is not what keeps everything from happening all at once. It is how we know everything is happening all at once. Time is a way of describing happening. It is a word we invented for that purpose. If everything happened all at once we could not know, it would be a stew with no separating (and separating is an action we humans like) peas from carrots from potatoes from broth. Would there be any lumps at all? Time means happening. Time and happening are sorting words. We don’t know the underlying reality. At least I don’t. So far.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 27th, 2020 | No Comments »

When I melt

When I melt into air. . . .

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 26th, 2020 | No Comments »

Rethink policing

Rethink policing.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 26th, 2020 | No Comments »

Outline before the end?

Can a life have an outline till we get to the end—or close?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 26th, 2020 | No Comments »

Footprints in the Windsm # 1997–This pond of many fishes

Footprints in the Windsm # 1997

Grateful am I for
This pond of many fishes
This stream to walk beside
and jump across
This forest so vast
in 20 years
I have not explored it all
And for the endless stream
of people to love
of things to do for one another
of ancestors to be gathered among


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Published in: FootprintsintheWind/sm | on November 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

meta-meta-knowledge?

We have knowledge and we have meta-knowledge. Can we have meta-meta-knowledge?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

Why healthy?

Why do we want people walking around in our community to be healthy?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

Learn by reflection

We learn by reflection; also in conversation, when everyone walks out with something no one carried in.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 25th, 2020 | No Comments »

What I have is nothing

What I have to teach you
is nothing compared to
what you have to give the world
—and I have seen your gift is important
—and worthy

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 24th, 2020 | No Comments »

smallest dew

The smallest dew drop is our God
upon an newly sprouted blade of grass

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 24th, 2020 | No Comments »

First meeting greater value

First meeting is of greater value than the work to make it so.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 24th, 2020 | No Comments »

Great value

Our great value
is to help us
imagine a way

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on November 23rd, 2020 | No Comments »
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