Day 096p: Crossing the next Border … (July 19, 2019)
And we walked & stumbled & limped & stumbled & limped & stumbled & walked some more – all the way to where The Way began to gradually level, and the border from thew region of Castile & Leon to the region of Galicia was crossed together …
“The world is indeed a wide & wild place, one where we all at times stumble about like children learning to walk. And the world indeed is a bright mosaic, one where we all at times stare in wide-eyed confusion like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and color and detail as they can from landscapes too majestic to even vaguely comprehend. In truth, our world is a coaxing whisper when the wind caresses the trees, and the sea brushes the shore, when animals burrow deep into the Earth and humans look up in wonderment at the scintillating stars. And our world is also an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip the ocean waves into violent frenzy, when people crowd into massive cities or peer into crowded jungles. So what right have we to carry our desperate & complaining mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand? Do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness of the world at least reminds us how tiny we truly are — how much we don’t yet understand; how slope-skulled indeed we still remain. We are in truth still mere babes in the Universe, all brothers & sisters in the nursery together. So we had better learn to play nicely – with each other, yes, and yet also with all our other sentient cousins – before we’re one day allowed out to play.” ~ inspired by Jay Woodman
;