As the light dawned on my 2nd second day, a day of firsts ensued — my first “pointless” pause (I wasn’t tired, just calm) on a city bench*, the Walk’s first unsolicited sustenance offered by a kind stranger in the town of Dettingen, and later the first time I had ever experienced the wincing pain of huge blisters popping as I walked (and involuntarily yelped) down the relatively steep incline that led into the town of Leinstetten (where a group of college-aged youths took me in to the hostel they were renting for the weekend, listened attentively to my tale, fed me graciously from their own somewhat meager stores, and then bandaged my aching feet before I headed back out onto The Way) … 🙂

“If so intended, walking becomes a spiritual journey and a reflection of living. Each of us must determine which path to take, how to walk it, and how far to go each day. And we must ever find our own way, for what is right for one is almost never exactly right for another. As such, it is critical to remember that there is no single right way to deal with late stage cancer, or the loss of job or a loved one, or the trials & tribulations of the banal everyday. Regardless of which path we take, we must choose to either live life or approach death; to vibrantly give to others or to in effect die well before our death’s arrival.” ~ inspired by Edie Littlefield Sundby

Filed under: Peace Pilgrimage #02: Walking HOME (2019) by Scaughdt