Where Does the Wild Goose Go?
About this book
Fifteen pithy, humorous, and heartwarming autobiographical pieces describe trips Willem Lange has taken — to the Canadian Arctic, France, Texas, and elsewhere — and also, in a metaphorical sense, the long journey of his own life. As always, embedded unobtrusively within his tales, are profound ruminations on life and death, love, nature, and God.
What others are saying…
Willem Lange has his moments.... He writes particularly about his 'joy in people...a bright thread through the whole fabric of my life.' His grandfather the evangelical Gideon, Harold Watermelon the Outward Bound paraplegic, and 'the man who hung the head on my splitting maul' are among those who have shaped the essayist and his sense of what is true and worthwhile. Lange delights in life, and his essays reflect and expound upon that delight.
— Rebecca Rule, Concord Monitor
From the author…
“I have noticed how much my joy in people has run as a bright thread through the whole fabric of my life, ” he explains. “The stories in this collection are about some of those people who in the last fifty years have brightened or darkened — but always enlarged — my life. They are my constant companions on the luminous little brooks of memory.”
— Willem Lange
TABLE OF CONTENTS
|Looking for God||1|
|Adventures of a YMCA Boy||17|
|Objects Infused with Life||25|
|I Need You Here! Now!||35|
|The Three Bears||40|
|Rona and Alice's Christmas||54|
|A Damyankee in Texas||79|
|My Boot's On Fire!||90|
|Love and Rain||95|
An excerpt From "Looking for God"
For me, one of the charms of outdoor life is the unpredictability of its conditions. A river, for example, may be too high, too low, or just right; the wind ahead or behind or still; the weather wet, dry, cold, or hot. It's in our reactions to these conditions that we discover our essential qualities. Those of us accustomed to being in control, or perhaps needing to be, often become anxious when events fail to accord with our well-laid plans. We always see most clearly into our own souls -- and the souls of others, too -- when adversity has peeled us, like onions, several layers deep.