February 14, 2022


Smoky Mountain Dawn 07/14/2007 Oil Paint Rendered — Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Gatlinburg, Tennessee
There is body and there is mind.
Physical and spiritual.
The actual and the numinous, ineffable.

There is what we want
and there is what wants us.

We have an affinity for the spiritual.
We resonate with the spiritual.

We are Adam and Eve at one with the 
truth of our existence.
Babies from the womb knowing where they belong,
crying because they have been separated
from the Great Oneness
and thrust into the Here And Now,
and long for Forever
until forgetting sets in
and this becomes all
we have ever known.

Remembering is the work of a lifetime.

The work of remembering
is the art of walking two paths
at the same time.

Realizing the Unseen
on the other side of the Seen.
Seeing the inner light
as radiance emanating 
from the secret core of all things--
in an, "Oh, Peter! There you are!"
kind of way.

The people who know 
that they don't know
are the hope of the world,
helping the world reclaim
its original nature
by remembering their own
"face that was theirs
before they were born,"
and living here in ways that exhibit then now
in each situation as it arises,
for the sheer wonder of being
at one with themselves again at last.



Backyard Sculpture: Staked and Tied 02/11/2022 Oil Paint Rendered — Indian Land, South Carolina
Teaching children how to play
instead of getting out of their way
is telling the river how to be a river,
and telling the lion 
to leave the lambs alone.

Joseph Campbell said,
"When the lion lies down with the lamb,
only one of them gets up."

It is the way.
Get out of the way!
Out of your own way!
And live spontaneously,
from the heart
in responding to the moment
as the moment needs responding to.

The deepest knowing
is knowing when we are 
forcing something on the moment
that does not belong to the moment.
Giving the moment
what we want the moment to have,
and not what the moment is calling for.
That is not of the moment.
That is foreign to the moment
and not organically at one
with the time and place of our living.

How fittingly do we live?
How responsively/responsibly do we live?
Our life is a judgment call all the way.
Judgment not imposed, 
but carefully, sensitively, compassionately,
weighed in light of what is best
for the situation at hand,
all things considered,
with nothing at stake in the outcome--
not thinking it out,
but realizing what's what
and dancing with the music of the moment
as a blessing and grace everlasting.



Smoky Water 10/14/2008 Oil Paint Rendered — Price Lake, Julian Price Memorial Park, Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina
Some people call it boredom
and run from it like from a rogue elephant
on a rampage.

Some people call it waiting,
and wait.
For what,
they do not know.

They call that trusting.
Trusting what they are not sure.
It goes by many names.

The Silence.
The Stillness.
The Great Emptiness.
The One Who Knows.
The Unmoved Mover.
The Great Spirit.
The Other Side.
The Light.
The Guide.
The Wind That Blows Where It Will.
My Boat.

"I'm waiting for my boat
to give me a ride,"
catches the sense of adventure
and vulnerability 
at work in what we are doing.

"Waiting to know what's next."
"Waiting to know what to do now."

This is the best kind of knowing
without understanding.

"We can experience things we cannot understand,
and we can know things we cannot explain,"
said Sheldon Knopp,
who trusted himself to things
that just spring to mind,
and carry us along the way.


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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