The Swiss way-marking crew misleads me again this morning (by this point the trail-signage has been so consistently poor &/or incorrectly placed that I am almost convinced that there must be a hidden Swiss candid-camera crew on hand that is filming and making fun of my and my fellow pilgrims’ quite understandable exclamations of frustration […]
The going was thick and slow on this day, and I found myself wondering (somewhat negatively, I freely admit) about the stark lack of Meaning-full interactions with others I had experienced when I saw a wine bar up ahead. Thinking it would be especially ironic for a tea-totaling Peace Pilgrim to stroll into such a […]
How fitting it was to come across the Geneva School of Diplomacy and International Relations on the very outskirts of the city; considering how inevitably ineffective “diplomacy” is in resolving disputes of any nature, and how fitting it was that many of the buildings on said school grounds were abandoned, empty, and utterly decrepit (Seeing […]
Geneva without question emitted one of the most unfriendly vibes of any town or city I passed through during the entire Walk (rivaled only by Christiansburg, Virginia & Knoxville, Tennessee), and there were several easy-to-understand reasons why — an obscene level of disparity between residents who were wealthy and those who were poor, an abundance […]
Partly a reflection of an organizational structure far more fixated on maintaining profits than it was on promoting peace, and partly a manifestation of a religious dogma far more founded in judging the unworthy than it is based in helping the downtrodden, the churches of Geneva proved to be less-than-kind (massive understatement) — thousands & […]
Taken as a whole, my day (& night) in Geneva was in truth the most emotionally taxing one I endured during the entire Walk, and yet there was indeed a Great Light that shone forth from its overlaying sheen of drab materialism; a Light that shone forth from the handful of Kind men & women […]
After many hours of wandering the streets of Geneva looking in vain for a place to lay my head, I decided to simply leave the city proper … The churches in town had been less than receptive (a drastic understatement) up to that point, and even the Salvation Army could not promise me a bed. […]
I walked on for a surprisingly long time that evening, until I ultimately lost The Way right next to a secluded little private park in a chic subdivision of the city’s outskirts. Not trusting my ability to orient the city’s deeply darkened streets, I entered the park and tried to sleep on one of its […]
Up after surprisingly getting 4+ hours of (admittedly less than comfortable) sleep, offer a heartfelt Thank You to the Emmaus employee who left the cab of my makeshift truck-bedroom open the night before, and then hobble off — departing Geneva for GOOD; heading slowly but assuredly towards both the French border and my Destiny that […]
My hips were hurting pretty intensely this morning (a combination of previous injury and sleeping the previous night in the cab of a moving van) and there was a light mist falling as I ambled into the tiny village of Sacconex d’Arve and gratefully partook of the tiny refuge provided by a local bus stop […]
“Let your children walk Heart-in-hand with Nature; let them immerse themselves in the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life — the joyous and inseparable unity of the two; a harmony that is so perfectly exemplified by woods that inevitably blend into meadows, plains that steadily morph into mountains, and cloudless sunrises that frequently […]
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