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?
When "the world is too much with us late and soon"
(Wordsworth),
where do we go to recover,
regroup,
revitalize,
revamp,
renew?
Emptiness,
stillness
and silence
are always right there.
A return to silence
is always in order.
Giving ourselves a time-out
can be the best choice
available to us
in a lot of situations.
Sometimes, I think I create
intolerable messes
just so I will call time-out
and sit gathering myself
in the stillness.
I excel in taking care of myself
in that way.
And recommend it to everyone
whenever I get the chance.
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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Fall is my favorite season, not just because of the break from heat and humidity, but the colors of course. I love the colors even more than those of Spring. I have an autumn birthday and this year I’ll be 70. Just imagine.
Today is my 79th April 5th. When I tell people I am in my 79th year, they say, “That makes you 78, right?” “No,” I say. “I was 78 on January 4, but on January 5 I stepped into the first day of my 79th year, and now I am in the second quarter of my 79th year.” Not only is 70 a mile marker, but each day has its own quality of pace and timing about it that sets it apart and makes is special just as it is, a gift, a wonder, unlike any other, to be cherished and received well as its own world come to show us a thing or to even now, even yet, even so.
You have done a beautiful job with all the days and years up to this one, and I have every confidence that you will follow the lead of your very special character into all the days and years following this one. You have nothing to worry about. You can handle anything the script writers throw at you, out of the center of your own wonder, becoming the gift to yourself that you are to everyone else. Yippe Whorah!
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That tree is a great metaphor!
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Thinking…thinking…
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Fall is my favorite season, not just because of the break from heat and humidity, but the colors of course. I love the colors even more than those of Spring. I have an autumn birthday and this year I’ll be 70. Just imagine.
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And, you may say, “70 is just a number.” No, no it isn’t. It is definitely a mile marker.
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Today is my 79th April 5th. When I tell people I am in my 79th year, they say, “That makes you 78, right?” “No,” I say. “I was 78 on January 4, but on January 5 I stepped into the first day of my 79th year, and now I am in the second quarter of my 79th year.” Not only is 70 a mile marker, but each day has its own quality of pace and timing about it that sets it apart and makes is special just as it is, a gift, a wonder, unlike any other, to be cherished and received well as its own world come to show us a thing or to even now, even yet, even so.
You have done a beautiful job with all the days and years up to this one, and I have every confidence that you will follow the lead of your very special character into all the days and years following this one. You have nothing to worry about. You can handle anything the script writers throw at you, out of the center of your own wonder, becoming the gift to yourself that you are to everyone else. Yippe Whorah!
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An inspiring and uplifting response. Thanks for that my friend. Write on!!
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