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We have imaged God as knowing, and we have imaged God as creating. So seldom have we imaged divinity as playing for the sake of playing.

:- Doug.

How do humans hold on to one another? Tragedy.

:- Doug.

And so in the late 22nd century we began to experiment with putting together various types of people with other types. (You wonder why we had not tried that before, or at least I do.) When an introvert and a musician get together, what color are the sparks?

:- Doug.

What do humans need? What good can they do?

:- Doug.

The tensions
between love and truth
two truths. . .

:- Doug.

A man who welcomes
nature in his garden
grows. . .

:- Doug.

A tent
needs an open space within
and stakes to find its place

:- Doug.

Might we have
an expansive now
of silence?

:- Doug.

I am seeing now that this work is not necessarily a conversation which is a circle, rather a spiral, a progression with perhaps abandoned campfire circles along the way. It is a work that is not ever complete, but one in which we can find the going has moved forward. The word goes out from one generation, and the response circles forward from perhaps an in between generation, and another response makes it back to the generation ahead or behind.

:- Doug.

Remembering our grandchildren
Remembering what’s shared
The work will continue

:- Doug.

We, grandmothers and grandfathers, can intermediate the generations, introducing the unexpected.

We can unite the insights of different centuries, compare metaphors. We offer a way to see each other’s problems in a new context.

:- Doug.

This silence
To be shared
A place
To pick up
The same questions

:- Doug.

Centuries for shared silence
In here we can pick up
The same questions

:- Doug.

Community does not grow and last; it takes weaving.

:- Doug.

Can we meticulously weave community and organization across centuries?

:- Doug.

Tragedy is humanity’s manure.

:- Doug.

Can we talk?
It will be work
Is there precedent?
There will be pain
There may be joy
There will be violent opposition
It may backfire
It will be lonely
Won’t get what we expect
It is sabotage
In the end
We can’t know
Unless we try

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2044

I need I need to work intensively
upon this untold sacred project called ancestor-y
autumn’s leaf upon this stream has fallen

This leaf of many colors has a journey yet to round out, and is becoming but is not yet fully part of the stream of ancestors. Be not sad, for it is just beginning, and it brings at least what it means to bring. And you can receive the gift as you open.

Please pass it on.

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Attend, only attend.

:- Doug.

Find a community with whom to test—open space with them, there.

:- Doug.

Who says conversation has to be direct and answered in words or glances? Quiet flows too.

Answering may return to another, elsewhen.

:- Doug.

By kindred souls
of many generations
surrounded

:- Doug.

Meet the grandchildren
in silence shared

:- Doug.