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?
Adams Mill Pond 07 — Goodale State Park, Camden, South Carolina
Our life unfolds according to its own intention and design. We do best to serve its becoming by attending our intuition and imagination, our original nature and our innate virtues (The things we do best and enjoy doing most).
As we do so, the magic happens. Doors open and close, almost on schedule, opportunities appear out of nowhere, and it seems that invisible hands are at work behind the scenes, arranging and directing to smooth our path and point the way.
And that works in tandem with the other scenario: Every day is a struggle to pay the bills and we are challenged again and again to quit, calling for the recurring requirement to look again into our heart and determine if it is really set on this course for the rest of our life.
And something keeps asking, "Do you have it in you to take rejection after rejection and keep showing up to audition again and again with no suggestion of any "big break" anywhere in sight?
How important is the payoff that never comes if the work we put in is deepening our resolve and sharpening our ability to perform at a level that we would be hard pressed to attain otherwise?
What does "success" mean? How is it measured? Is our heart in what we are doing? Are we confirmed and affirmed by our satisfaction in what we are doing?
Joseph Campbell talks about "following our bliss" and yet also writes about the challenge of the hero who returns with the yield of her quest only to find no one who is interested either in her bounty or in her tale of adventure, and she has to live out her life unrecognized and unknown.
What will appease our heart? What will draw a "Well done! Well done!" from within? What form will our own satisfaction take, and upon what will that depend?
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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