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?
Francis Beidler Forest 03 — Four Hole Swamp, Audubon Wildlife Preserve, Harleyville, South Carolina
The knowledge we carry within that is so much more than we have been told or taught is astounding beyond words.
How do we know what we know?
What guides our boat on its path through the sea?
Why don't we listen closely and trust ourselves more?
Why aren't we taught about vision quests? And Walk-a-bouts?
Why aren't we trained to drop into the silence and wait for clarity, insight, realization, direction?
Why is our spiritual "education" restricted to telling us what to believe and to not ask questions?
Rather than teaching us to know what we know and how to honor our intrinsic intuition from birth on?
We are owed so much by the people who didn't know what they were doing either.
Civilization has taken from us what we all know and substituted in its place what we have been told. There should be a reckoning. An inquisition. And restitution.
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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