Day 132h: To seek and find a Place of Rest … (September 08, 2019)
After finishing my food and hugging it out with Tiffany, I hit the Road once more and headed into the gathering gloom. And true to Ian’s earlier word, there truly was a long swath of nothing after Buchanan had faded into my rear distance. I tried to sleep in a number of unusual locations anyway (including the middle of a roadside driveway, a parked semi-truck, and a seemingly abandoned front porch) and yet sleep was not forthcoming, and so onward I walked into the night. And then, after what seemed like a stumbling subset of eternity, I limp-humpled upon the Mill Creek Baptist Church in the town of Fincastle, where I found two large church vans unlocked in the back, and hunkered down in one of them for an exhausted few hours of grateful sleep …
“We each have the challenge of living as fully as possible until we die. And for me, that means living mindfully and boldly, imbuing my life with as much grace and grace as I can muster in any given moment … And as we express the same – as we make manifest our grace and our gratitude (both via bold expressions of caring & kindness), we must ever remember that the highest appreciation we can evince is not to feel strong feelings or utter mere words, but rather to recklessly & fully embody the same in the ways we treat those nearest by.” ~ inspired by Sandra Turner & John F. Kennedy
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