And thereafter The Way shifted dramatically – from a smoother sidewalk sauntering to a somewhat dangerous car-dodging drudgery … “The mountain is calm when there is a storm, and the mountain is calm when there is fog, and the mountain is calm when there is sunshine. Indeed calmness is the ultimate wisdom of the mountains, […]
Even though I had become fully aware on this Grand Journey that its destination meant nothing next to its perpetual Here&Now, I still felt an enormous thrill when I finally “officially” made it to Chattanooga. Over 3000 miles I had walked since leaving Stuttgart over one year ago – 3000 miles spread across 5 different […]
How delightfully fitting (and admittedly a bit frustrating) that the longer I walked towards Chattanooga, the farther I seemed to have to go – that the closer I got towards finally finishing my Great Walk, the more life seemed to smile and say “Not just yet, my dear Friend – not just yet” … “Why […]
And then, as the Sun was waning alongside the length of The Walk itself, I finally succeeded in rising up and over White Oak Mountain to descend joyfully down into the outskirts of Chattanooga proper – arriving essentially alone to not a single whisper of communal fanfare, and yet overjoyed to have been able to […]
As I so often did after completing many of my life’s more recent Purpose-filled undertakings, my first task upon arriving in Chattanooga was to borrow some clippers and shave off all the hair that I had grown during The Walk. And as I did so I found myself thinking about the raw amazingness of the […]
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