Day 071a: Late in the early Morning … (June 24, 2019)
I woke very early this morning – much earlier than usual – and found myself smiling while reminiscing about last night’s amusing late-night conversations: the fun “summer camp when it’s too hot to sleep” whispered laughings shared with a later-arriving Michael, and even the not-so-fun and sincerely apologetic “it’s late and you guys are keeping my kids up” discussion shared with Pauline thereafter. And I smiled as well thinking of Michael giving me of a small jar of Skippy’s peanut butter (which was unfortunately non-vegan, and as such was secretly discarded by the roadside later that morning) – a sharing symbolically signifying that some sort of closure had been reached between us* and that today is now open for me to walk at my natural relatively-rapid pace and potentially cover some BIG kilometers. And so I headed out into the profound Peace of the still-night darkness, and quickly realized that it was actually too dark to see The Path, so I found myself going as far as I could and then waiting calmly (while several bats gracefully swooped about overhead) for the Sun to rise enough to cast at least a glimmer of light upon The Way …
“One of the most important realizations for any traveler is the fact that the River of Life is literally everywhere … As such, our faith does not need to alter its direction (avoid pushing the river) or even fully enter its primary current, because faith is essentially the choice to trust that there is a river at all – to know that it is indeed flowing all around us – to believe wholeheartedly bot that we are in it and an essential part it. This means that flowing in harmony is not about getting anywhere at some particular point in the future; it is about fully BEing everywhere one already is in the present.” ~ inspired by Herman Hesse & Richard Rohr
*I tended to err on the side of remaining “alongside” the pilgrims who crossed my path, in the humble hope that they would eventually soak up and even openly adopt The Way of Selfless love that I was embodying (and for which I was walking). More often than not this didn’t overtly occur, and yet whenever it did – as with Michael and the above-mentioned jar of peanut butter – I was then able to flow onward at my own tempo to spread said Message of Peace to others on the Road up ahead.
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