Wild Gray Goose

Celtic tradition identifies the Holy Spirit as a Wild Goose. He is the wings of a Wild God best followed by the wildest of men. I'm gray. I'm wild. Like He, I am not always predictable, rational, or safe. I believe my full life and my still maturing years of Walking With God offer both heart and substance for younger lads to consider. Now with 4th stage prostate cancer, following the Wild Goose has a different pace and perspective worth reflecting on...and sharing.

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Location: Full Time RV, mostly near Temecula, California, United States

I'm a young fella not far from 73 who's made it to the far and frayed edges of the adventures I‘ve been hankering for since boyhood. The age thing and my pursuits are relevant since I now have advanced 4th stage cancer, moved from unsuccessful chemo treatment to oral med...and they seem to be working. Now, after selling the ranch, my beautiful life-mate of 48 years and I live and travel in an fifth wheel RV we call our "covered wagon". The new and rich development of 2012 is our purchase of ranch in the marvelous plateau above GRAND JUNCTION at the head of the Colorado National Monument where my young family with six children run a whole-family therapy ranch, DEEP RIVERS FAMILY RANCH.

Friday, January 22, 2010

"My Grandfather" And Pancho Villa

          I subbed for 3rd grade yesterday. My favorite grade; cowboys are still heroes. Short of a full day's lesson plan, I reverted to the standby, an essay. "My Grandfather"; "Write anything you want. If you don't have one, tell us your dream grandpa."  Then they read them. Touching. And I learned about all sorts of grand fathers. All but one, including two fictional ones, were cool and loved. Because most of their families still speak Spanish, we heard of a lot of old world (Mexico) cowboys.
          I learned as much from their faces as I did from their stories. As they read, it showed me again that grandpa, popi, grand dad and papa are names held precious to them. One lad talked with clear pride about his "grandfather" Pancho Villa. A few questions affirmed the lineage but we upgraded Pancho to G,G,G,grand father.  Do we, do they, care about our roots?  We revere those mysterious heroes from our history that offer us strength.  To some a bandit, to others a hero; it doesn't matter much to Pancho Villa's GGGgs.  What does matter is he has a history.  And Pancho Villa has generations that honor his name.
          How better to be reminded of the significance of grandfathers? ..."From the mouths of babes."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi. I am Linda and discovered you via the "Grandparents Caring group". Wow, great blog here. So good to read about your rich life, you KNOW what I mean by rich. And your subbing for 3rd grade. What great stories here. Just wanted to tell you I love reading all your great words. -- Linda in Calif

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