December 10-B, 2022

Rangeley Lake Reflection 09/27/2006 Oil Paint Rendered — Rangeley, Maine
We have to learn 
to live for something
beyond our desire and fear
(Joseph Campbell).

But.
We are sure there is nothing
beyond our desire and fear.

The First Death is letting go
of our desire and fear.

It is the first of many deaths
all the way up to the Last Death,
which is the transition point
between conscious into unconscious,
into the light that knows no end
(and no beginning).

We all come from the light,
and return to the light
(That's my opinion).

And in-between,
there is learning how to see
what to value
and how to know what's what
and what to do in response to it,
where, when and how.

That is all life is good for.
If we live learning that,
we know things 
that cannot be known any other way.

Which is true knowing.
Stuff no one can teach us.
To be known only by those
who live their way there.

Life is where light becomes enlightened
by life,
becomes aware of itself,
knows itself as though for the first time.

Life is where light wakes up.
Or, comes back again 
for another round.

Or, comes back again
because its fun,
or to learn more,
or to do it again better.

Light is all there is,
and it can do what it wants
forever.

Knowing what's what
is one of light's deepest joys
and greatest pleasures,
and purest delights.

De light loves being delighted.

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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 “December 10-B, 2022

  1. I am struggling to find the meaning (for me) of surviving a recent fall – from the top of 15 stairs to the bottom with only bruises and 3 stitches in my head. Looking for the metaphor of being totally shaken up from top to bottom. Can’t get my head around how to respond to still being here more or less functional.

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    1. If it had happened to me, I would sit with it as a wake-me-up-to-what-is-right-here-right-now-call to get out of my head and into my sense of the moment, the here-now, with increasing awareness of my place in the day throughout the time left for living. But, you are going to have to see it/respond to it from your own point of view! I get wake-me-up-calls all the damn time. You’d think I would be awake by now! Good luck to you in the aftermath!

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