And then I made it to Saint Stephen Catholic Church just off the side of Lee Highway; a church containing one of the warmest renditions of Jesus on the Cross (if there could ever be such a thing, and I think there could & should) I have ever seen – a rendition that had Jesus […]
And thereafter The Way shifted dramatically – from a smoother sidewalk sauntering to a somewhat dangerous car-dodging drudgery … “The mountain is calm when there is a storm, and the mountain is calm when there is fog, and the mountain is calm when there is sunshine. Indeed calmness is the ultimate wisdom of the mountains, […]
Even though I had become fully aware on this Grand Journey that its destination meant nothing next to its perpetual Here&Now, I still felt an enormous thrill when I finally “officially” made it to Chattanooga. Over 3000 miles I had walked since leaving Stuttgart over one year ago – 3000 miles spread across 5 different […]
How delightfully fitting (and admittedly a bit frustrating) that the longer I walked towards Chattanooga, the farther I seemed to have to go – that the closer I got towards finally finishing my Great Walk, the more life seemed to smile and say “Not just yet, my dear Friend – not just yet” … “Why […]
And then, as the Sun was waning alongside the length of The Walk itself, I finally succeeded in rising up and over White Oak Mountain to descend joyfully down into the outskirts of Chattanooga proper – arriving essentially alone to not a single whisper of communal fanfare, and yet overjoyed to have been able to […]
As I so often did after completing many of my life’s more recent Purpose-filled undertakings, my first task upon arriving in Chattanooga was to borrow some clippers and shave off all the hair that I had grown during The Walk. And as I did so I found myself thinking about the raw amazingness of the […]
It took a bit of time to get there, and yet the walk to Sanceboz was smooth (that being, as smooth as my hobbling gait would allow) and uneventful. Evening was beginning to set in upon my arrival into town, and three different residents thereof each independently told me to ask for pilgrim’s lodging at […]
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