What new thing?
What new thing, never before seen, are you bringing into the world?
:- Doug.
Can we ask ourselves questions that dive beneath the foundations of our questions?
:- Doug.
Archive for December, 2021
Footprints in the Windsm # 2096–We are also waves
Footprints in the Windsm # 2096
We think we are particles
We are also waves
Waves of people flowing down highways
Flowing, surging, ebbing through life
Waves of humanity through history
Flowing to new places, new times
Waves of family flowing together
Meeting, meeting, meeting
Young mother and babe
Old one helping young learn
Going out here, out there
Coming back, finding friends
Finding we are who we are together
Together again
Waves have us together
Drops in the seas
Seas full of power
Seas full of life
Waves full of power
Waves full of stillness
Waves full of life
Alone is true
Together is more whole
We thought we were particles
We found we are also waves
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Explorations poetic
My Work is the explorations, often poetic, into the possibilities of doing human better.
:- Doug.
in other people
The unexpected worlds are often in other people. The windows, doors, and skylights into them are often conversations, or nonsense words, or walking, or body sensations.
:- Doug.
Not future but now
It’s not about the future, this conversing with people of 300 years from now, but learning a way to do human better now.
:- Doug.
The protagonist changes
There is no story unless the protagonist changes. There is no conversation unless the parties are revealed, opened to change. Opening is change. Change, the object. A little change, please.
:- Doug.
“Streets of music”
“The streets were made of music.” All it takes is the hint of an accent—or in this case, of magic—to carry people to a far place. Not even much of a wink. Lesson found, and I want to say, learned.
:- Doug.
A cauldron moment
A cauldron moment—one which told me something of myself and maybe turned my view of life, was when I was just old enough to run a power lawn mower: red, with a cord you wrapped around and pulled 4 times to start it. My mother looked out the door and said, “You’re wasting gasoline again! Start mowing and stop day dreaming!” Years later I began to own that reverie and reflection were part of me.
:- Doug.
