First, there’s my habit of thinking on things while walking Jack the Dog. I pick up thoughts, ideas, and sometimes items I find along the way. Some of it is interesting … leaves, nuts or other seeds, rocks, pieces of bark, and – yes, even feathers. Some of it is not all that interesting …trash and, well, I’m walking a dog so you can figure out what I pick up a lot of. Like things collected along a walk, there may be interesting bits here and there … and there may well be some trash and, uh, you know.
But, secondly, and perhaps even more to the title of this blog, I have a great affinity for the old Celtic association of the Wild Goose and the Holy Spirit. Sometimes my life feels a lot like a wild goose chase! What’s going on here? What am I doing here? What should I be doing in this? Where do I go from here? As I pick up stray ideas and things along the way and think things over, I am (in a sense) looking for signs of the Wild Goose.
After all, you can’t call a wild goose to come. You can’t predict where or when it will show up. All you can do is listen for its call and try to follow the path of its flight. You might catch it at rest here or there, swimming in the water … resting on a shore or bank. But a glimpse is all you get before it flies off again. But, perhaps with careful watching, you might catch signs of its passage … something that suggests the Wild Goose has been here.
So I’m looking at things, mulling over events of my life in this world, pondering some common questions, and looking for some trace of guidance … some sense of place or purpose in all of this. Sometimes these postings may be nothing more than my take on the moment. Sometimes there might be real ponderings of calling and purpose and where is God in all of this. Some of it might be insightful; some of it might be more of the other sorts of things I pick up. But sometimes, perhaps, here and there, every now and then, there might be a goose feather or two.
You just never know, there may be goose feathers …