No, I’m not dying. Well, yes, I am, but so are you. I mean my cancer is there, but so am I; healthy, strong, no affects other than the entertaining issues from the femine hormones (prone to hug, spending extra time in Khols, hot flashes). Still, there is this thing about the path of life. I, of course, think in terms of “The Trail.’ Many a trail on the back of Toffee (who preceeded me last year into Horse Heaven), many a ride along rich and challenging sections with Matt. We peel off and head down our own trails, always within shouting distance, always following the Wild Goose, always ready to reign strong and ride hard over to the other’s call.
Along the trail are the cairns (rocks stacked in such a way as to guide the next rider, invaluable when maps, trail markers, and overgrown trails cloud the journey). We follow some, we leave some.
This is a short post leading to a longer one in my personal blog (this being more a dads and book blog) The Wild Gray Goose. Before you jump over there ( I recommend you do), I want you to catch a “bottom line” idea. Saves you all my poetic meanderings. We ALL need heart–partners. We need comrades, amigos, saddle mates, partners who will stand beside us for God’s sake and ours. SEAL Team Six is a TEAM. And they do their missions in pairs. I flew with a wingman, never alone in combat.
Life, because of the Fall and subsequent invasions of our lives by the Enemy of Our Souls, is warfare. We need trusted companions. The new movie, Act of Valor (active duty SEALs as “actors”), will emboss that on your psyche. Ephesians 6:12 will take your understand where it ought to go…the battle is in the heavenlies but touches down in our lives sometimes subtly, sometime dramatically. The battle is not ours, it’s His. Our heart/life/trail mates are cruicial.
Oh, one note more. My grandsons (and soon the granddaughters) are being conditioned to the trail ahead and its difficult sections. Through Matt and I (the team, co-fathering theme again) taking them up to and through a rite of passage; boot camp for those who would ride and fight well…but never alone. We provide two generations of savvy companionship. And when I go, Matt and each of them will repeat the cycle; a legacy of preparing for the long ride on life’s trail and the battles and joys thereupon, one cairn followed by another.
And now, you’ll better understand the meaning of my view of the trail in The Wild Gray Goose.