Monthly Archives: May 2016

Why going without coats?

Why do we want to go without coats this fine first warm day of spring? to feel the touch of the wind, the world? :- Doug.

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the etched terrain

Words are mere maps But you, poet, have walked the etched terrain :- Doug.

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lacking rhythm?

At the reception last night, I saw a couple of old people who were sitting at tables, staring off into nothing. It seemed to me they lacked the rhythm with the people around them, were no longer in sync. Perhaps … Continue reading

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Poetic time

We have poetic time, which is also beyond profane time. It flies, it reaches back, it reaches into our psyches shadowing us. Convergent, divergent, snaking, devious, and straight on to the core, coeur, corps. Few and fewer words to say … Continue reading

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Story time

Here’s another time: story time. It is beyond clock time (profane time). Story time stands still. It might actually go back and forth, and in 360 degrees, don’t you think? It brings the future near, obliquely. It harvests the day … Continue reading

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Bridge to this old person

What is the bridge between you and this old person? How can you cross? What the nature of the space between you? :- Doug.

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a butter metaphor

I wonder if all understanding is a search for a butter metaphor. :- Doug.

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The know/kill observation

The know/kill observation means nursing homes. We do kill each other by ignoring the resident and killing his or her life; we do kill ourselves by making people into projects, into things, and losing our life in the process. :- … Continue reading

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Nursing home burnout and turnover

It must be difficult especially for a woman as caregiver to acculturate to the numbers and schedules of a nursing home. Carefamily wants to plump the pillow and hold the hand as well as dispense the meds. What a mismatch … Continue reading

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What other things do we do together?

Listen to your heart, listen to your breathing. Notice the other’s breathing. Notice your movements together. Do we each fold our arms? Do we respond to the other’s nods, gestures? Does the same gesture follow one particular movement? When one … Continue reading

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Why’d we do such things to them?

Our grandchildren’s grandchildren are unreal to us or why’d we do such things to them? Our time horizons are very short: tomorrow, next vacation, maybe at most some someday retirement. Always centered in “me” and “mine.” Visiting the Alamo one … Continue reading

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When without words

How do we converse when without words: maybe with rhythm, rhythms of which we are not aware, but might find ways to notice. :- Doug.

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More to dream

They’re older than you—they have more things about which to dream. :- Doug.

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the most luscious

Consider you may be rousing someone from the most luscious dream. :- Doug.

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all at once Mozart

Kairos time can be all at once, Mozart experiencing his symphonies. :- Doug.

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Family being larger

Let us converse with our family Family being larger than we think Conversing being larger too :- Doug.

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