And later this same year I traveled again to Glastonbury, where I this time walk “into” the Tor’s huge, circumnavigating 3-dimensional Labyrinth with a dear Friend (it actually took all day for us to do so) … “A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.” ~ Thomas Carlyle
Thereafter I headed to Eibergen in Holland to help build the Eibergen Labyrinth with Katharina Petras & Jim Buchanon … “Once you have begun work with the Labyrinth you may find that you have a growing desire to express yourself more meaningfully & more creatively …” ~ anonymous
In this particular spring, using 1.5 tons of large river stones (that I transported by foot to the site, one backpack load at a time), I constructed the Feuerbacher Wald Labyrinth deep in the woods between German towns of Feuerbach & Weilimdorf … “God calls big trees out of small seeds, and so too He […]
More & more I begin to clearly SEE my True Self – in my words, yes, but also in my deeds (even though it took two more years for me to finally begin to purely & unabashedly Walk that Talk as a Peace Pilgrim) … “As I began to discover my own truth and endeavored […]
I was then Called (that feeling we all have when we know with a deeper certainty that there is something “more important” for us to Do in this life) to seek the Greater Purpose that I somehow knew was waiting for me to fulfill, and I set forth to soak up the “magic” of southern […]
Oaxaca proved to be a most potent starting point for what proved to be a 45-day crucible of Self; 45 days living as an artesanio on the streets of southern Mexico (making and selling hemp bracelets in small street markets by day, and hanging out with a small band of fellow artesanios by night) … […]
My artesanio banda began to disintegrate and go our separate ways (as bandas are wont to do), with some of us wanting to remain in Huajuapan, some of us wanting to head north to the coast, and some of us wanting to make our way into the mountains to the northwest. I chose to remain […]
In a stunningly miraculous trip that took me from Huautla de Jimenez to Mexico City (by car), from Mexico City to Tijuana (by bus), from Tijuana to San Diego (by foot), and from San Diego to Tacoma (by plane) – all in less than 24 hours, I finally returned Home to the Pacific NW to […]
When I wasn’t praying or meditating or wandering the neighborhood looking for others in need, I spent my days writing, reading the works of Carlos Castaneda, and cuddling with Rebecca Jean’s cat companion, who she had named Ozzie … “A man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting … We either make […]
At the end of that particular summer, an attendant job opened up at the Shell gas station directly across the street from my Wright Park “cathedral”; a job that allowed me to help pay for Rebecca Jean’s groceries, meet and befriend more than a few of the area’s residents (especially the homeless folks who came […]
Thereafter, between shifts at the gas station and nights hanging out with Rebecca Jean & Ozzie, I continued to regularly soak up the magic of Wright Park (Tacoma), speaking with it as though it were a dear Friend – affirming repeatedly my desire to Do the greatest Good I could with whatever time I had […]
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