December 23, 2024

Walking Down A Country Road — Backroads, North Carolina
We are on our own 
when it comes to living a meaningful life.

No one can tell us how to do that.
No one knows but us what is meaningful to us.
No one can tell us how to find that.
There are no books to read to tell us what
will constitute "our bliss."
We find that by ourselves.
We are alone when it comes to the essential knowing
that forms the grounding foundation of our life.

What has been meaningful to you in the past?
What are the most meaningful things you do presently?
Start there in seeking out--homing in on--places
to find meaning in your life here and now.

And if you have been with me for a while,
you know that I am going to recommend
emptiness, stillness and silence as your go-to place
for everything related to
seeing/hearing/knowing/doing/being all your life long.

Take all of your questions there,
and "wait for the mud to settle and the water to clear,"
in order that realization/understanding/enlightenment/insight
might emerge/occur/arise to catch your eye,
call your name, and provide guidance and direction,
winking at you and disappearing around a corner
or down a rabbit hole.

What you seek resides within,
and it takes listening/looking to see/hear
what is waiting to be found as the treasure of lasting value,
which, of course, has nothing to do with riches and wealth,
and everything to do with the elan vital--the vital energy
that will fuel your life in its service throughout
the time left for living.

Your intuition leads the way via nighttime dreams
and the "felt sense" that you can be conscious of
in your body, along with "slips of the tongue,"
and synchronistic coincidences that can guide
your boat on its path through the sea.

All of which happen most frequently to those
with few stipulations to impose on their journey
to the heart of their own personal truth
which is ours to experience and to serve
throughout the time left for living (whether
we know it/acknowledge it or not).

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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