My shin splint is still aching quite a bit this morning, so I downshift to a verrrrrry slow (and thus verrrry smooth) shuffle-amble tempo that I started to call my “monk gear” … 🙂 I walk for more than a few kilometers along a lovely riverside pathway thereafter and realize while doing so that it […]
“Tread the world softly; being both gentle & kind. Regardless of happening or circumstance, remember to be thankful for the time you have been given on this beautiful Earth — and above all let your actions for others repeatedly reflect that same gratitude; as humble as it is heartfelt.” ~ inspired by Chris Leach (a […]
Once again the Swiss waymarkers completely disappeared at this point in my journey, and I was at that point gently reminded by a hawk gracefully soaring overhead to gaze upon The Road not as a precise trail to be ever-found & exactly followed, but rather as a general direction in which to flowingly & fluidly […]
I was pretty beat by the time I reached the town of Tavannes, and yet even though the locals I met there were exceptionally friendly, the town itself was neither very warm nor very welcoming, so I decided to flow roughly 5km onward to the village of Sanceboz — passing through the Roman forged tunnel […]
Finding the proper path out of Sanceboz was a bit tricky this very cold pre-dawn morning, and yet find it I eventually did, and things flowed quite smoothly for the first hour or so thereafter. Of course, I was walking through Camino-novitiate Switzerland, so it was only a matter of a very short time before […]
“Sometimes, when you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river passing slowly by beneath you, you suddenly come to understand everything of importance there is to be known — that in life, as in LOVE, there is no hurry; that we are truly & quite literally all […]
Even though my shinsplint was still aching mightily this day, the walk itself was a smooth one nonetheless, and I soon found myself heading down and into and through the breathtakingly beautiful Taubenlochschlucht (literally: Dove Hole Canyon) and then onward into the outskirts of the city of Biel. “We must have the courage to let […]
Flow into the shockingly large city of Biel and get some great directions in English (even though I had already been pleasantly surprised to find that Biel was an essentially German-speaking city) to the nearest Catholic church, where I intended to enter and rest my weary legs & soothe my sore feet. I stop by […]
It took hours of wandering and backtracking, guided by the often incorrect yet ever-helpful intentions of many local residents, to finally cross the city limits of Biel. And yet no sooner did my relief over that miraculous escape set in than I experienced my next physical set-back: this time a pulled hip-flexor that seized up […]
I hobbled onward from the tiny church in Aegerton, first past a woman who was “too busy” watering her plants to give me a similar drink (?!?!?) and then into the woods on my way towards the town of Lyss. My shin-splint was not as painful as my newly acquired hip-flexor strain, and yet both […]
I hobble-limped my way into the Swiss town of Lyss after an extra-wonderful AND extra-long day (with close to 30 km wobbled from start to finish) and — as was regularly the case throughout the European portion of my Walk — made my way directly to the town`s Catholic Church (places of respite both calm […]
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