November 24, 2021

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Sourwood 02 11/0202021 Oil Paint Rendered — 22-Acre Woods, Indian Land, South Carolina
We all have 24 hours each day.
What we do with them tells the tale.
The tale we are here to tell
by the way we live our life.

That is what our life is for:
To be lived in the way
that tells our tale. 
The tale we are here to tell.

How do we know what that is?
By listening to our heart.
Listening to our body (symptoms),
Listening to our soul.
By emptying ourselves 
of everything that would 
interfere with hearing
what our heart, body (symptoms) and soul
are saying.
By sitting in the stillness
and the silence
and listening/looking/
hearing/seeing
what's what
and how it is with us
and what we need to do
in the service of what needs to happen
here and now
for the next 24 hours.

Are we living the life 
that is ours to live,
or the life we want to be
ours to live?

What is guiding our boat
on its path through the sea?

What is motivating us?
Driving us?

What are we serving?
Seeking?
Chasing?
Trying to be/do/have
before we die?

Have we settled for 
serving our addictions
and to hell with everything else?

What are we doing with our life?
With our days?
With the next 24 hours?

There remains,
even yet,
even now,
even so,
an adventure with our name on it.

All it takes is emptying ourselves
of all that stands in our way,
and listening to our heart,
listening to our body (symptoms),
listening to our soul,
in the stillness
and the silence
and trusting ourselves
to what arises there
and calls our name.

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02

Rockport Harbor 01 10/13/2009 Oil Paint Rendered — Rockport, Maine
All it takes is stepping aboard the train
with your name on it,
on the tracks that are your life to live,
and trusting yourself to the journey,
for doors to open where there were no doors before,
and help to come from sources that were not there before,
and for joy and consolation 
to comfort and confirm your choice
of the way that is your way.

Things fall into place in ways that are amazing,
inconceivable and unpredictable.

Magic happens.
And will continue to happen
as long as you refuse to take control
and force the turns you want to take.

The trick with the magic happening
is that you can't try to make it happen
the way you want it to happen,
when you want it to happen,
how you want it to happen,
every time you want it to happen.

You have to trust the magic to happen
the way it needs to happen,
and forget about the magic happening.

You have to focus on doing what is yours to do,
when it needs to be done,
where it needs to be done,
the way it needs to be done
in each situation as it arises.

We do what is ours to do
and let the magic happen as it will.

We are just along for the ride!
And must trust ourselves to the ride!
And live with the wind of the spirit
that blows where IT will,
always in our hair!

And we will have it made.

Starting right now.

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03

Fall Woods 02 11/11/2021 Oil Paint Rendered — 22-acre Woods, Indian Land, South Carolina
It is not too much to ask
to ask, 
"What's wrong with looking at it this way?"

We are here to be the best we can be
at exhibiting our original nature
in the work to be who we are
in the time and place of our living,
by using the gifts/daemon/genius... 
that came with us from the womb
in doing what needs to be done,
when it needs to be done,
the way it needs to be done 
in each situation as it arises--
without interfering with anyone else
doing what is theirs to do,
in any way.

That seems to be basic to me.

To live like that is,
in my view,
to be a true human being.

No one could do it better than that.

"Not nobody, not no-how."

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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