WILD AND GRAY STILL

This is sort of a homecoming.  I've been away.  Not "from" but "to."  To the family, to the core of my heart, to my family and the legacy I want to leave.  The cancer only plays a small part.  Prostate cancer is slow stuff.  The treatment is sort of funky, but tolerable.


NOT RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET ANY TIME SOON.

What centers my attention is the book.  The book is what I am doing to capture the essence of parenting that has vanished from our culture. Generational Fathering tells the story my life fleshes out with my young family and grandchildren. For all the poetic allure of "wild" and "gray," the Goose does come home to the nest, bringing his strength, his stories, his insights. That is not to say these months have been ordinary.  Look back at the journey in late summer with my grandson and soninlaw as part of the Year of Passage on www.gendads.com. Challenge, pain, investment, recovery...and the future.

Why this post, why now?  Because this is more about me, my personal journey with my Lord. I've been telling about the incidental, though important, side of my life that deals with my wonderful family and my commitment to so my share to produce good and godly lighthouses for the dark future ahead.

So, ok, how IS it going? Physically? Well. The docs are thrilled at virtually all my numbers. Even my PSA is way down.  Emotionally? Good, considering I'm on feminine hormones. I need a few more hugs and get a little more moody than in the past. My wife is the jewel in my life, and now we share hot flashes. Spiritually?  Loving my walk with Jesus.  Constantly fresh, rich, and able to see others drawn to Him.

So, "wild?"  Still.  "Gray?" A bit more. And I'm following and filled with the Holy Spirit who the ancients called God's Wild Goose.