...it's been a welcome, needed, potent, life-building, reflective, body-challenging, encouraging, soul-expanding, creative, brain-remapping, critical, definitely fun in some places, messy, invaluable time away from blogging the past eight weeks
...the days have not been boring...in the slighest
...but, yes, it's time to once more return, carefully, intentionally, with deeper purpose to the blogosphere and the unfolding future of the rest of my days
...time to re-engage via this blog
...time to re-imagine and share a lot of what has been stirring in my soul over these sincerely remarkable, renewing, relaxing, retrospective, reenergizing weeks
...time to re-trust and get moving deeper into the mission that’s been given to me as both elder from the past days I’ve been granted and entrepreneur for the future for those days yet to come (...in my desire to live until I’m 95, should it be the will of the One Who formed me, as of this day, I’ve 9080 days to go...)
...time to re-focus the dreams that just won’t go away...of which there are still way, wAy, WaY too many for a man of my increasing age (...but...at this early hour I can look up and see my face illumined in a mirror across the room in the old motel in which my wonderful wife and I spent the night in the Rockies with a precious 20something relative after an exceptional day of hiking yesterday, with one more hike to achieve today...in the ghostly glow of a darkened room I’m smiling...as I place these thoughts into my Mac so I don’t lose them...)
...time to release the dreams that are no longer meant by the Triune to be mine,though some are hard to let go,
some to reshape,
some to allow to disappear
into the sunsets
of the days to come,
some to laugh about,
some to mourn,
some to hope that,
as a seed must die,
to be reborn and flourish afresh,
to hope/pray that the dying of those dreams
may spring forth again
into WAY, WaY, wAy, way more
than I could ever imagine
in and through another good soul,
even many, many, many others
...time to also release the disappointments that have held me down (...my doing, the holding down, not the doing of others...) as I am rediscovering through some intentional seeking of wisdom and counsel from some developing sages I deeply respect and trust
...time to renew, as with every added hour and day of my life, my commitment to the One Who gives you and me every breath to live life to the max!!!
What’s to come (...and when...) through the future downs and ups, joys and sorrows, splendid moments, and those "oops" experiences of my life?
I've no clue...
Stirring awake, reading in this early hour and responding to the following words from Frederich Buechner’s exceptional tome, Wishful Thinking, here in the dark of this funky, old motel room in this early hour here in Estes Park, these thoughts you’ve just read sprang from my soul encouraged by these words:
The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.
...time to re-up and get moving.......forward
...more the “me”
I’ve been divinely designed
in every one
of the 8 dimensions
of this wild and precious life!
What about your own life...
...and all the days even you may have left?
How will you and I creatively and intentionally choose to be living our lives for the good of the others who will continue to show up in our journey through life?
Be warned! :-) In the joy-filled, the unexpected, the planned, and even the harder moments...this could get just a bit exciting...this choosing to be more alive.......!