Day 127j: The luxury of lounge-chairs … (September 03, 2019)
My sandwich gratefully eaten and my shoes freshly tied, I proceeded onward down Highway 231 into the now gathering gloom. Traffic was pretty oppressive at the time, and there wasn’t much of a shoulder to walk on to avoid getting run over by the same, so I found myself thankfully and quite willingly pulling into Yoder’s Country Market to rest for awhile instead. The store itself was long-since closed, and yet there were dozens & dozens of rocking chairs and benches and lounge chairs lined up along its front porch and neighboring patio area, So I simply availed my weary legs of the same and smilingly sat there for a time …
“I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my parents, or my siblings, or my friends or distant relatives, or even the birds of Bear River. No, I am steadily discovering – rediscovering, actually – that my one and only refuge exists in my capacity to offer unconditional Love … So allow me to take refuge in my capacity to awaken to this Truth. May I take refuge in the ways of living that bring about my truest freedom and happiness – the liberty that comes from setting others free and the joy that comes from bringing other happiness … So travel if you wish, taste strange vegan dishes and experience seemingly dangerous activities and take all sorts of risks of boldness. And yet remember to ever see that your Soul remains pure & your own while you do so. Become not a stranger to yourself; the self that longs only to love rather be loved, serve rather then be served, and give rather than in any way receive.” ~ inspired by Terry T. Williams, Arinna Weisman & Albert Memmi
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