Category Archives: Poetry
Choices we had unknown
We elder each other We’re all we have or need Choices we had unknown :- Doug.
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Elders in colors and flavors
None of us consistently sees the larger So elders in colors and flavors aplenty :- Doug.
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Like Grandma Moses
Write beyond the covers of your book, paint prolifically like Grandma Moses, create stories for someone’s grandchildren to dream on…. :- Doug.
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bring a larger in
How well am I investing my life this hour? This hour of friendship spent in non-productive tasks—talking to others, helping my friend, not knowing if I am of help—I ask if this is the purpose of life, at least my … Continue reading
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A wound attended
A wound attended Has a chance to heal :- Doug.
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to start to
It’s taken me 70 years to start to wise up :- Doug.
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Embracing incompleteness
Elders are about embracing the incompleteness of completeness :- Doug.
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Holding everything and looking for what’s missing
What is the spiritual tension of eldering? To what must I die today? The tension between being and powerlessness, among tension, relaxation, both, neither, outcomes, non-attachment Among respiration, inspiration, expiration, and the two still points in the betweens Among whole … Continue reading
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I bless you with challenges insurmountable
I bless you with challenges insurmountable death of ego and more at every turn no chance of safe return :- Doug.
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We will not survive
We will not survive the perils of living conversations along the way are the elder’s destination our leap into the source :- Doug.
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More I cannot say
More I cannot say says the teacher Elder teaches that which student already knows So too I stop :- Doug.
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Modern emigrants
“Right up to the last minute,” Joelle said to me “the soul has work to do” Weeks later her words lead me to ask What if it were more than disease this Alzheimer’s & these our tribe’s tired left behind … Continue reading
Eldering is close
Eldering is close to the grandchildren close to the ancestors close to community the universes close to God :- Doug.
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