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?
Carteret Ferry Mirror 2006 — Pamlico Sound, Ocracoke Island, North Carolina
The future is crammed with possibility, and we have to be ready for it all, though the likelihood of my being drafted into some war is less likely every day.
I will take a piece of blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream if one becomes available. It is amazing how difficult it is to whip one of those up. Possibility is never what it could be, which makes planning somewhat iffy.
Readiness in the surest sense of the word revolves around emptiness/stillness/silence and intuition.
With those in place, we can read--or listen to-- the weather forecast and be confident of at least knowing what to wear tomorrow, and probably the next day.
And with those in place, we will have what we need to do what needs to be done in any contingency that may arise.
That leaves looking out the window and waiting for what's on the way to arrive.
I like letting the future come to me. Conserving my energy is my plan for whatever the future holds.
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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