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, August 09, 2013

HOOOONK! We All Have to Go Sometime

This 'un's short just to refresh your read of my last post back in July. The phrase is almost universal; seems to give micro-comfort on hearing of a death three or more friendship circles out, never about someone we hold dear or even know. 

Let's call it a filler that prevents most of us from thinking too deeply about eternity and how we get "there" ("There" being a place of peace, usually called "Heaven").  It reminds me of the stupidest of all fillers, "He/she's is a 'better place."  Really?  Place? And where is that?  What is that?  And, how do we get to this amorphous-but-wonderful "better place"?   

Well, if you follow this blog or my personal emails, my "Sometime" is fast approaching. I make this post as a way to prod you to consider life ahead and how much you want to do to fill the "Sometime" gap.  We who follow the wild goose, the Holy Spirit, and all His wonderful promptings, proddings, and His gifts of joy know that in having to go sometime, the final leg of the journey is just a foretaste of eternity ahead.  One choice, two places.  One better, on way not. 

HOOOOONK!  'Scuse.  Gotta go. The Wild Gray Goose has to follow the Wild Goose.  With joy current and anticipated.


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