Day 45i: To the edges of Ourselves … (05/29/2019)
After successfully crossing the aforementioned bridge, I entered the town of Chavanay, where I had at first hoped to hunker down and spend the night. And yet the local church was locked up tight for the day — as was the local youth hostel, and the good people working in the city’s town hall really had no idea how to help a mendicant pilgrim (without offering their own helping hands, of course — something they were on that day unwilling to do) … And so it seemed that marching onward was the only remaining option, and yet just as I was about to do so, a previously unmet pilgrim called out to me from across the street …
“You’re Scaughdt … I’ve heard all about you from other pilgrims.” ( :O :O :O )
Buoyed by the newfound fact that my Walk was at the very least meriting mention (and perhaps — just perhaps — inspiring a bit of kindness) among my fellow travelers, I headed briefly into a local shop to ask for some water before walking onward. The shopkeeper, Yves, and his kind wife (Sylvie) then asked me where I was headed and why, and — upon hearing briefly about the same — immediately offered to help; first by trying (without success) to find me a place to stay that night, and then by loading me up with delicious vegan foodstuffs (water and bananas and some bread and two salads — one of beet & another of tabouli), all of which I quite joyously accepted and all of which I then swiftly snarfed down in the town’s public square before then setting my face once again westward and walking towards that evening’s next humble horizon … 😀
“Many believe that we must go away from all that is familiar if we are to focus on our inner awakening, because we feel that doing so is the only way to escape all that drains and distracts us from the same. And yet we do not need to go to the edges of the Earth — or even to the edges of our own village — to learn who we truly are. We must only dare to journey to the edges of ourselves.” ~ via L.M. Browning
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