August 10-B, 2022

Tree Tops 10/14/2008 Oil Paint Rendered — Around Bass Lake, Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina
My wife and I
are treading boiling water
between Scylla and Charybdis
amid the heaving waves
and clashing rocks
of the wine-dark sea,
awash as we are
in the nightmare
of selling/buying houses
and moving 18 minutes
closer to our children
because age is limiting 
our ability to tend and care for
two floors, three bathrooms,
yard and landscaping,
and downsizing sounded
like such a good idea
in the halcyon days of lore.

It's different when you are doing it
and not merely talking about it.
Moving will not just rock your world
and give you an order of the day
and a schedule of things to get done
that have nothing to do with 
how things were done just yesterday,
it will also disorient you on every level
and leave you with only breathing to count on.

And I forget to do that occasionally.

So, I recommend giving yourself completely
and unreservedly to the process
and doing what you are told,
trusting that one day you will pop up
on the other side
and be glad to be there.

Trying to hold onto anything
you once knew and loved
is not going to help you 
with the transition to a Bold New World.

They tell me I am three months away
from normal and customary.
But, I do not believe them.
I'm just a cork on the water.
Counting breaths.


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.

4 thoughts on “August 10-B, 2022

  1. I don’t know how you have managed to do these posts in the midst of all of your move. I hope writing them gives you respite in the stormy seas, but if life gets ahead of you and you don’t have the time, I’d love to see a post that just gives this progress report:
    “They tell me I am __2 mos. + 3 days__ away
    from normal and customary.
    But, I do not believe them.
    I’m just a cork on the water.
    Counting breaths.”

    (Just counting breaths while bobbing in stormy seas is a good thing.)


  2. Hi Sandy, You are exactly right about it being a good thing. It may be the best thing. Because we are all there whether we know it or not, and when the hard truth breaks through our buffers with its overwhelming outlandishness, we are in a spot if we cannot breathe and bobble in stormy seas. — Jim

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  3. Been there, done that. My next home will be a pine box in a field of flowers and trees with only a small marker to mark my place in eternity.

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