Day 16b: Lost amongst the Flowers … (04/30/2019)
As I flow-limped along and steadily got closer & closer to the Swiss border, an odd mix of excitement and nostalgia welled up from within. After all, it appeared more & more likely that on this day I would enter the second country on my Great Journey homeward, AND as such would leave Germany — the land I had called Home for some seventeen of my life’s 52 years — behind; quite probably never to return thereto. That having been said, this odd comingling of mini-mourning & adventurous ecstasy was heavily muted long before I reached that crossing; not only by the somewhat frustrating logistics of the city of Weil am Rhein (which suffered, as did most of the large cities I entered along the Camino, from a disturbing lack of signposts &/or waymarkers) but also by the delightful loveliness of the many flower-laden gardens that adorned the same … 🙂
“If I am to be offered a fall into Love, then I will willingly plummet headlong therein. And if as a result I appear to be stupid, delusional, or one of poor judgment, then I will do so anyway. For I will be damned if I care one jot or tittle about the meek criticisms of my doubters or the shadowed rejections of my naysayers. Indeed I would rather be thought of as all things crazed and stupid, than to not have the courage to live a life of Love. And so it is that if in deeply Loving I become as the town lunatic, riding naked on a horse who knows not where, then I choose to ride that horse fully unbridled — with laughter on my lips and my head held high. This is my spirit. I am Love … and I am unbreakable.” ~ inspired by C. JoyBell C.
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