July 13, 2020


Fern 07/07/2020 06 — Indian Land, South Carolina, July 7,2020
Take care of the moment. 

Everything turns on how well
we take care of the moment.

We throw moments away 
by the bushels,
by the metric tons,
by the sanitary landfills.

We treat moments 
as though they are 
in our way
keeping us from where we want to be
and what we want to be doing.

We drink whiskey
and do drugs
to compensate ourselves
for having to deal with all these damn moments
of nothing endlessly stretching out the distance
between the times of our glory and our bliss.

The high times are our way of compensating ourselves
for missing the point of our life.

We want our life to be bigger,
than a life can be.

A life that is alive to the moment of its living
is as alive as it ever gets.

A cat with a ball of twine.
A baby with a spoon and a pie pan.
Are doing moments the way moments are to be done.

It is called taking care of the moment.

Doing what the moment is calling for. 

Extending the moment,
making it last.

Jazz does that.
And dawdling around with a sunset,
or a thunder storm.

How long since you dawdled around with anything?
Lingered with the moment
as though it is sufficient for your needs?

Why do we need more than the moment has to offer?
From whence cometh our emptiness?
Our hunger?
Our desperate query,
"Is this all there is?"?

Hold on to your moments.
Relish them.
Savor them.
Do not let them go
until they have graced you
with their gifts
and the abundance of their stores.

And revealed to you the wonder
of a life lived fully
one moment at a time.



Spider Web 09/05/2009 08 — Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina, September 5, 2009
Look until you see what's what.

Listen until you hear what is called for.

In each situation as it arises.



Do what needs to be done.

As best you can.

With the gifts,
that came with you
from the womb
and constitute your Original Nature--
"The Face That Was Yours Before You Were Born"--
that you are here to incarnate,
bring forth
and serve
with liege loyalty
and filial devotion
all your life long.

And let everything fall into place around that.

Flowing into the next situation
in the next moment
in which you will do the same things
throughout the time left for living.

That's all there is to it.

Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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