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Elders are
not our wise ones
but our long rangers

;- Doug.

On the prowl now for some new reading material, something to help me step outside myself.

Hmm…the ultimate stepping outside myself is dying. Then we become big.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2014

Your unwritten poem
accuses you

Please pass it on.

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Raise up your big humanity!

:- Doug.

An ancestor must point beyond herself.

:- Doug.

What is the conflict between who you really are and whom you seem to be?

:- Doug.

Hope, to be real, must be a synonym for risk.

:- Doug.

Is moving toward one another a stepping out toward life?

:- Doug.

Put yourself into
the human
circle

:- Doug.

You who come after
Carry this work further

:- Doug.

Get your head out of your wallet!

:- Doug.

Your work is to bend the arc, outside yourself, toward one another.

:- Doug.

Friend, into You, outside myself.

:- Doug.

Much of my reading has been a search for what pulls me out of myself. That might indeed be my meaning of “evoke.” Then why is Bashō engaging reading, but not quite evocative for me these last few days? Why does Nietzsche have me pondering, but not producing?

:- Doug.

I want to explore what it means to range.

:- Doug.

Home is where any people gather. Unexpected response in abundant welcome, nurtured.

:- Doug.

Transcendence is among
Losing oneself in the moment
Is
Standing outside oneself
Slowly slowly now

:- Doug.

Humans, instable, wild, by turns intoxicated and brooding, are fertile, a garden planted in rows growing to profusion and harvest, going dormant a spell then spinning all over.

:- Doug.