Sixty-eight is not too old to dream. I dream of what has passed, I dream of what lies ahead. I'm still getting used to this retirement thing. It seems I am just as busy as before, though now I have more choice about what I am busy with. I do have more time now to think and to dream. I enjoy my monkish mornings.
When I lean back and dream ahead I think of days on the trail, endless days, or at least six months of days. And why should not my entire life be days on the trail? For I am on a journey, and closer now to the end than I was before. Each day is a day on the journey, a day of putting one foot in front of the other, one step at a time. I am in no hurry. I have my whole life to finish this journey. Hiking the Appalachian Trail will take five million steps; I expect my life journey will require somewhat more than that. But it's still one step at a time, with my dreams leading me on and unfolding around me as I walk my waking dream.
So help me, Jesus, for you are my way, my truth and my life.