Unknown Coeur
Conversation’s Unknown Coeur
:- Doug.
Be open handed.
:- Doug.
Archive for July, 2022
We so love to converse!
Look about you! Conversation! Why do we—living beings all!—so love to converse?
:- Doug.
Then I can almost touch
If relationships form an architecture
then I can almost touch
the threads as conversation weaves
There is so much conversation to learn. Can we fold converse back on architecture?
:- Doug.
One of you holds
Conversation is more than you have written. Sometimes you forget heart. Heart and you: One of you holds reins, it does not matter. You move as one.
:- Doug.
Why is there beauty?
Why is conversation so beautiful, why is there poetry (did you hear your easy unrhymed words to me, this morn?), when yes and no and clipped sentences would get done our business?
:- Doug.
Murmurs of peoples
One with one
Also with a whole people
One writing to many
Or to generations
Murmurs of people to peoples
Words
Glances
Momentous occasion speeches
Ordinary everyday
Tight squeeze humanity
Here conversation steals upon us
:- Doug.
What would you give?
If conversation were a ceremony
What would you here give?
Only something of yourself
:- Doug.
Deep blood memory
Conversation wells up from
a deep blood memory
to which we call, not realizing
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2148–The shade the eddies the rocks
Footprints in the Windsm # 2148
When the stream flows
water takes on oxygen
and the fish live more intensely
This is our conversation
we the fish
the shade the eddies the rocks
the sun the raindrops
Please pass it on.
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Ritual sometimes fire
Conversation is a ritual for belonging
Sometimes a sacrifice, a fire
Sometimes a thanksgiving
:- Doug.
Quiescence marries
Conversation brings quiescence to life
Marries, unnoticed, sacred and mundane
:- Doug.
Fairs and outdoor bazaars
The fairs, the outdoor bazaars, are conversation too. We are getting something from one another, giving by our presence. Passing it along to the next ones we meet. Touching in a glance, a word, a breath.
:- Doug.
Braiding Sweetgrass and heart space
I have been enjoying Braiding Sweetgrass. It also touches and gives a lot of thinking work, and so it is going deliciously slowly.
What is it about this book? It draws me in. It makes for me a give and touch place for holding the world. My world. It challenges me to exchange notions of a flow for taking part, for being home, milling about. For passing along, reciprocity, gratitude, drawing out, giving attention, giving care, giving coeur. Conversation is heart space. Blood.
:- Doug.
