Day 080x: Winnowing a clearer Water … (July 03, 2019)
And so it was that I peacefully made my way back to the hostel, and so it was that I sat in the hostels’ garden under a dancing cloud of swallows and wrote a bit of The Walk, and so it was that I lovingly deflected a hospitalero’s open aggression towards me having “the gall” to gently ask where I might find clean drinking water (the water from the hostels’ faucets was an uncomfortable shade of brown – fortunately there was a spring-fed city font located directly across the hostel’s front-facing courtyard; a font I was able to visit without invoking the aforementioned hospitalero’s further ire), and so it was that I waited patiently until later that evening for the rest of my fellow pilgrims to slip into their own peaceful slumbers, that I might then make my humbler bed on the floor of the hostel’s dining hall (and thereby be of no disturbance to anyone’s else sleep whilst I partook of my own) …
“As my own sufferings mounted I suddenly realized that there were two ways in which I could respond: either to react with pining bitterness or to transform said sufferings into a co-creative force of loving self-sacrifice. I decided to follow the latter course, and that has made all the difference.” ~ inspired by Martin Luther King Jr.
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