Played a chilling round of golf today with my OFC (Old Farts Club) golf buddies. For nearly 20 years now we have played 2-2 1/2 rounds per week from St. Patrick’s Day through Thanksgiving.
A late night persistent rain steadily echoed on the skylights in my living room. I prayed and imagined the rain as God’s mercy saturating the weariness in our souls and the distress of our world. Water is so woven in the fabric of life.
I love the Magi (wise ones) story in the Christmas narrative most of all. They had the courage to leave the comfort zone of their kingdoms and lives to find and follow something truly meaningful. They came from the East.
On these cold, gray, dreary Midwest winter days I have to remind myself of the awesome beauty which surrounds us in life. It is there for our beholding.
In my 20’s I sought adventure. In my 30’s opportunity, In my 40’s success, in my 50’s recognition, in my 60’s serenity. Today I pray for wisdom and acceptance of all that is meant to be and the grace to embrace the gift of a tomorrow.
There is a powerful quality of serenity among those whom life has completely humbled. It may have been the catastrophic loss of a loved one, a debilitating disease, loss of work, an addiction, or financial ruin.
Many decades ago I worked as an adult education administrator in a rural part of Wisconsin. I interacted with farmers frequently and quickly became schooled myself on the difference between “ living with the land” and “ living off of the land”.
There are people in our lives that seem to anchor our existence and give us moorings or grounding. These “deep souls” by gift of character, endurance,and grace are like lighthouses on the shores of life.
Being part of the business consulting profession and the so called transformation and change management world we are prone to sometimes meaningless pop phrases intended to capture some profound insight.
