There were many times during The Walk when it seemed as though the folks placing the path’s (often sparse) waymarkers had done so as though a hidden camera had also been mounted nearby … I was sometimes misled by such chicanery, but not that often … 😀

“One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began. Though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice and the whole house began to shake and tremble, you didn’t pause or stop. You knew what you had to do, and you set out to do it — even though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at your very foundations, and even though their melancholy was all too terrible. In truth, it was already a late and wild night, and the road was full of fallen branches and sharp stones. And yet little by little you left their voices behind, and the stars began to slowly burn through the thick sheets of clouds. And there was a new voice that rose to the fore, a voice which you slowly recognized as your own — a voice that kept you calm company as you strode ever deeper into the world; determined to do the only thing you could truly do; determined to save the only life you could save (your own) by moving smoothly to save the lives of all others nearby.” ~ inspired by Mary Oliver

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