Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Where do you go for comfort and peace?
What restores your soul?
Your connection with soul?
What do you do to experience
the goodness of place and time?
The right kind of bookstore does that for me.
And the right kind of restaurant.
Lakes and woods.
The right kind of coffee.
Used to be a canoe on the water,
back when I could get into and out of one.
Driving through the Smokies
before that became bumper to bumper traffic.
And through Yellowstone
before that became bumper to bumper traffic
(And before it was washed away).
Horseshoe Bend in the Tetons.
Driving through the Canadian Rockies.
And all of these things I could do alone.
The right kind of conversation.
The right kind of company
(The right kind of company
is easy to please,
without definite preferences
and hard lines,
and funny in a warm and friendly way).
A country barnyard in the stillness
and quiet of early morning.
A path through a nature preserve.
A pond with waterfowl coming in
and going out.
Not an airport.
Not an airplane.
Not an interstate.
Not a concert.
Not a football (baseball, soccer, basketball, etc.) game.
Not a movie.
Not a city.
I invite you to make your own list,
and attend the things on it
in a regular and recurring way.
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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