March 29, 2022


Reeds at Sunset 05/27/2012 Oil Paint Rendered — Peaks of Otter, Blue Ridge Parkway, Bedford, Virginia
The adventure that awaits us
is discovering who we are 
and what we are capable of
by recovering our original nature
and the virtues, aptitudes, abilities,
interests, genius, talents, knacks, shtick,
etc, came packed into our DNA
and is just waiting for our cooperation
to come forth as a blessing and grace
in our life
and a boon to the time and place of our living.

All this waits 
on the other side of silence,
for us to realize
we have no idea who is guiding 
our boat on its path through the sea,
and take the time
and do the work
of availing ourselves 
of what lies within us all
and trust ourselves to what we know to be so
(although it cannot be explained),
say, "Okay, let's go!"
and start walking,
sensing/knowing/doing what is needed
right here, right now,
and letting one thing lead to another
the rest of the way.

I'll keep an eye out for you.



Dawn Comes to the Smokies 11/08/2007 Oil Paint Rendered — Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Gatlinburg, Tennessee
After we have done everything we can do,
we wait it out.

Waiting is what we do best as a species.

When there is nothing else to do,
we wait.

For the time when it is safe
to be who we are.

Safety and security
are essential elements
in the freedom to be who we are,
true to our original nature,
serving with filial devotion
and liege loyalty
to the virtues, aptitudes, shtick, genius, etc.,
that are ours to serve and share
as a boon forever needed
in the time and place of our living.

This is the meaning of life,
the purpose of living,
what we are alive for--
to be who we are 
sharing our virtues
with one another
and being good places
for each other to be.

And, while we are waiting
for the time to be right for that,
across the nation,
around the world,
we do what we can
in the time that is ours
in being present with those 
who are present with us
for the good of the other
no matter what,
anyway, nevertheless, even so.

Live so that other people
are glad to see you coming,
and sorry to see you go.



Beulah Land 30 Oil Paint Rendered — Approaching Clingman’s Dome, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Cherokee, North Carolina
The Gateless Gate is everywhere,
waiting for those with eyes to see,
ears to hear
and a heart that understands
to flip the script,
turn the light around,
know what they know,
return to their original nature,
express the virtues 
that are theirs from the start
in doing what needs to be done,
when it needs to be done,
where it needs to be done,
the way it needs to be done,
for the joy of doing it
and the satisfaction of having done it,
as a boon and a blessing upon 
the time and place of their living
in each situation as it arises
all their life long.

That is all there is to it.

And it has always been there,

And it always will be.


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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