Not sown grow not
Not all seeds grow
All seeds not sown do not grow
What of conversations not held?
What of conversations not
Leading to another conversation?
:- Doug.
Not all seeds grow
All seeds not sown do not grow
What of conversations not held?
What of conversations not
Leading to another conversation?
:- Doug.
What I talk about
I may think about
What I think about
Repeatedly
Likely I do
:- Doug.
The question for conversation is How then shall we live—together—on earth? There is a hidden knowing in this question. Some small conversations, if repeated, change how we act in the world. Not just on the world. Also with persons who make the next inhabiting. Every human thing and act starts with a conversation. More small conversations give us a more livable world.
:- Doug.
I don’t like the word “sustainable.” It feels to me namby-pamby. Perhaps a word on the level of “livable” is better. I’d like very much to live; be sustained, not so much.
:- Doug.
Humanity a stream
Like all streams
Many headwaters
:- Doug.
A joy beyond playfulness—
It plays with us
Without why
You can ask Why and Why again
You even live beyond Why
:- Doug.
We can grasp one another not just by the hands, but by the imaginations.
:- Doug.
Or we are about finding the joy, unalloyed, in each other’s full presence. Our attention is called. We immerse.
This is a direct, unmediated, experience. We are aware, with every cell and tingle! Without running it through intellect. We are fully here. No outside pulls. Humanity is felt in aliveness—this what pulls—pulls us home.
:- Doug.
The mirror reflects but is not that. It remains mirror.
:- Doug.
The Last Hot Chocolate is a long drink of what it means to try our hands at being human in the early twenty-first century.
:- Doug.
Are we finally the caring, nurturing, uplifting god long forthtold? Are we asked to prepare a house of wildness, of nativity for all?
:- Doug.
We need not so much self-compassion, as inter self compassion. Here inter does double duty. Its first is between two persons. Self here points to persons: foregrounds; real; known, but only somewhat. Compassion is a surrounding (see the compass?), and feeling together (com). The second duty of inter is to hint at the intimate nature of the human project. This is its larger duty, the one most essential. For we are not human without intimacy.
:- Doug.
Wherever two or three are
Gathered, look there in the
Midst of them
:- Doug.
Is this conversation helping us?
:- Doug.
Mutual vulnerability
helps us brew yeasty talk
making us unknowable again
:- Doug.
There is in every café
Grieving
Invisible as it is
Is it plain
To you?
:- Doug.
When your friend leaves you
In charge of the world
. . . .
:- Doug.
I’ve been saying conversing is work. But it’s not work like you might imagine. It is the work of receiving—as in a gift, as in graciously, as in thankingly. It is the work of receiving even when you want to say “I can do it myself.”
:- Doug.
No, not like: Art is beginning a sentence before you know its ending. Perhaps no sentence has an ending.
:- Doug.
In making art of conversing, and especially of meeting, you are changing yourself, making yourself, re-making yourself.
:- Doug.
Is love
Is conversation
Is life
:- Doug.
Even in an argument, can we find we have no sides?
:- Doug.
Sides—no
us—just
earth—rounded
:- Doug.