Winter Months, 2023 – 2024

Foggy Woods 05/04/2007 — Blue Ridge Parkway, Blowing Rock, North Carolina
Finding our way
is a matter of allowing our way
to show us the way
instead of figuring out what it is.

Our way shows us the way
by letting us walk into stone walls
and blind canyons,
and take dead end roads,
and wander forever in wastelands,
and realize again
that we do not know what we are doing.

The lesson is to be awake to, aware of,
what we are doing
and be right about when it is time
to do something else,
and be awake to, aware of that,
until it turns out to be wrong,
and then do something else...

A life time of wrong turns taken with awareness
will narrow our field of choices
until we begin to make better ones
just by having reduced the number of bad possibilities.

If we live long enough,
we will get it right over time,
just by paying attention to what we are doing.

We shorten the time it takes to wake up
to what we are doing
by taking regular retreats
into emptiness/stillness/silence
and listening/looking there
for the guidance/direction
that arises/emerges/appears out of nowhere,
and allowing that to guide our boat
on its path through the sea.

And begin to do what our life needs us to do
instead of trying to force our life
to be what we want it to be.

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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, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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