“What his ego sought was always something lying just ahead, and yet even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveler’s past changes according to the route he has followed: and by that I mean not the immediate past, […]
I was up early once again and once again enjoyed the morning solitude; flowing past the Eastminster Presbyterian Church in the process … “Community is more important than faith, interaction is more important than belief, and indeed gathering is more important than God. As the findings of more than a few social psychologists have confirmed, […]
And then it was that I finally made it to the city of Knoxville, and found to my surprise that I couldn’t leave the same fast enough … “We need to recognize & forgive the adolescent versions of ourselves, but only because doing so makes it easier to recognize the same in others and thereby […]
This was a disturbingly odd morning to be sure, often walking alongside – and ever surrounded by – water, and yet nowhere able to get even a sip of the same for my growing thirst. First two police officers were drinking lazily as I panted on by, then a St. Jude’s Charity Run volunteer overflowing […]
And here it was, fittingly, that the city itself seemed determined to not let me leave; that I was to be somehow punished for recognizing its collective failings by being forced to remain here surrounded by the same … “Every crisis fosters the opportunity for us to dip deep into the reservoirs of our very […]
And then finally I was free of the city’s grasping thickness, and back onto a far gentler portion of The Way … “We’re not even really walking a trail, more like meandering through cinematic light … There’s a hum that happens inside our heads when we hit a certain walking rhythm, a certain perfect speed […]
I then entered an obviously wealthier neighborhood on the far outskirts of town and decided to jettison my “dog rock”* – after all, the wealthy use policemen & politicians as their guard hounds, and both of the aforementioned are essentially impervious to the threat of stones thrown by non-bigoted pilgrims … *There had recently been […]
And then I came upon the Laurel Church of Christ, where the parking lot was full due to a consignment sale taking place (possibly for the children of their own congregation, but just as possibly for the downtrodden of Knoxville proper). And it was here that the wonderfully kind Moffett family heard the tale of […]
“Despite our human intelligence, we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. And yet to this I say, let the fittest survive, for mere survival is heavily overrated. We’re alive; we die. How long we survive for and indeed how much comfort […]
And then it was that I made it to the community of West Hills and pulled into a local Wendy’s restaurant for some water, and kind employee Salar asks about The Walk and offers me an ice-cold Coca Cola instead … “We lose our ability to live fully if we neglect or ignore our imbued […]
“Have you ever dared to consider that perhaps the greatest story ‘never told’ is the story that the Cosmos is waiting to tell through you? … I think it would be well – and proper, and right, and good, and pure – to grasp your one necessity (and by that I mean the summons you […]
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