“Everything is connected. The wing of a single corn beetle affects the direction of the neighboring wind – and the way the sand drifts in the distant desert – and the way the light reflects into the eye of the man beholding his very different reality on the very opposite end of the Earth. In […]
“And when travel is like Love, it is indeed partly because it’s walking is made in a heightened state of awareness; a state of awareness in which we are mindful of our steps and receptive to the wonders that surround us; wonders that are dimmed by the familiarity of our everyday and ready to be […]
It is not the Heart that must “hold” God’s greater Commandments in word or thought or feeling. No, to truly embody the Will of God, we must move and walk and live and give as active agents of God’s greatest desires – as flowing followers of the Commandments of selfless love and gentle forgiveness that […]
And then it was at some point thereafter that I made it to the Highway 11 turn off and began to proceed along the same, when I noticed a German-looking restaurant (It’s name – The Edelweiss – was kind of an easy give away) by the roadside. There were no cars in the parking lot […]
“It was only in sifting through depths that deep – only through honoring even the smallest of givings – that I was able to uncover my Soul. Maybe it was not really about this walk. Maybe it was about finding those few thoughts that inspired the deeds that could transcend the darkness. Maybe it was […]
The afternoon was melding into nightfall when I flowed into the lovely town of Greenville and discovered that there was neither a library nor an obvious place for rest in town, so I headed into Giovanna’s Italian restaurant instead and asked for my usual glass of water and a chair upon which to sit awhile. […]
The sun was starting to set when we said goodbye to Maggie May and Romain got onto his bike and headed back out onto the road. I myself wasn’t really feeling like walking further that day, so I headed across the street to the Greenville United Methodist Church to see if there was a porch […]
I wasn’t really “feeling it” under the aforementioned picnic table pavilion, and there really was no other readily available space that would allow me to get any vestige of sound sleep, so the easy decision was made to walk ever onward, into the now fully setting Sun … “The purpose of a any real pilgrimage […]
I walked on into the now thickening darkness, very tired and yet easily treading down the mostly deserted roadway. And I made it into and through the town of Raphine, and then arrived at the outskirts of the hamlet of Steeles Tavern, where the beautiful Mount Carmel Presbyterian Church called to me from its lovely […]
I once again woke extremely early and headed back out onto the pre-dawn Road. I headed past the luxurious-looking Steeles Tavern Manor – and then eventually into and through the town of Fairfield – and then ever onward still; into what looked to be another one of those regions of the country that was seemingly […]
“Behind the hum and drone of our daily living, there rests a persistent and wild longing for something we cannot easily put into words. It is a quiet drive – a subtle but sonorous whisper – that feels like a call to impulsive adventure; to watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or sipping coffee […]
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