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?
Lewis River Valley — Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
The Way is not across the impassable mountain ranges, nor beyond the heaving waves of the wine dark sea, nor over the deep divides of canyons and winding valleys, nor through the endless caves and caverns of lost ways and hopeless cliffs.
But it is right here at your very bedside and by your rocking chair by the window. All you have to do is listen to your dreams and follow your intuition in sync with your original nature and your innate virtues (The things you do best and enjoy doing most). So that you know what's what and what is called for in each situation as it arises simply by doing what needs to be done, when, where and how it needs to be done, with the gifts that are yours to serve and share for the joy of doing it and the satisfaction of having done it no matter what, day by day, just like a newborn baby would do, spontaneously, without an agenda or a plan, like one might eat when hungry, or rest when tired, out of your deepest, truest, best self dancing as one with the circumstances of your life throughout the time left for living.
"There's nothing to it but to do it" (Maya Angelo).
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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