And then I ambled into the township of Claymont and headed into Pat’s pizza for a cup of water and a moment or two of rest. After drinking the former and fulfilling the latter, I rose and headed back out onto The Road, only to be stopped by a pizza driver who was heading out […]
And then came the rain – and then came my next offered refuge therefrom thereafter … “From the time we are small children, we are taught that the path is more important than the obstacles that appear upon it. We are told to focus on the destination rather than the journey, and repeatedly hear the […]
And then the rains receded in one direction, and the Sun as well in the other. And the night began to gather around me, as I walked ever onward for Peace … “Your body is your garden, and your will its gardener. Let your former bloom beautifully by letting your latter rule boldly … Avoid […]
I stopped into the Wilmington (Delaware) main library on my way out of town this morning and was immediately able to powerfully witness The Walk to fellow visitor Norris and front desk attendant Mary Anne (who turned out to be a fellow Camino pilgrim), and yet Renee in the library’s media center (where I was […]
Yet another town, yet another smooth departure therefrom … “Like a house that has a home and like any river that flows, so does Love real become when we open our hearts, and this is true even when the lights go out and even when the river encounters rocks in its way … I have […]
And onward I walked that morning – through Minquadale and then into Manor Park, thankful for the cooler temperatures and the light but steady drizzle of rain that seemed to cleanse both my Heart and the Path before me. I pulled into the Dove Diner after awhile, told the manager (Tricia) there about my Walk […]
And then it was time to leave, and out I strolled into the still-gathering rains to face the blaring bustle of traffic & capital, and to brave the now seemingly soot-ensconced trail … “Pain can mask itself as a righteous companion; silently forming a barrier between you & all that is around you, even all […]
And then the rains came down harder as I persisted onward anyway – first to a brief dry stopover on the Wilmington Manor Fire Department’s front porch, then to a local Burger King (where an order of chicken nuggets was offered, and yet politely turned down), then into the township of Bear where I sat […]
I then ambled into the outskirts of Glascow and passed a public park where Elli Runner-Draper was having her high school graduation party – a lively affair that she & her mother (Rebecka) exuberantly without hesitation offered to let me join (!!!) … “And this is what Jesus clearly had in mind: folks coming together […]
And onward I now pseudo-stumbled, into the steadily gathering gloom – first into and through the town of Newark (Delaware), then over the border into Maryland, then into the hamlet of Elkton (where I ended up “napping” for a few uncomfortable hours on the front porch of the Winstead Agency insurance office), and then finally […]
It was a still-dark early morning when I woke in my school bus “hostel” and rose creakily from its hard & cramped floor. Back out on The Road, I soon came to this Trek’s very first Waffle House (the multi-location establishment that had been a frequent haven-stopover during the peace pilgrimage I had walked from […]
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