Day 111b: Getting clean for Compassion … (August 18, 2019)
I ambled easily through the rising Sun and into the outskirts of the town f Kendall Park, where I serendipitously came upon a long-sought-after shower – in the form of the lovely sponge bath I took in the parking lot of the County Veterinary Hospital …
“Perhaps the second greatest charm of the pilgrim’s wandering life (after the constant inflow of the fresh smiling faces of newfound Brothers & Sisters) is the absence of monotony. In Pilgrim Land the face of life is protean — an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens almost constantly and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The pilgrim never knows what is going to happen in the next moment – or the next – or the next; hence, he lives in the only moment he is guaranteed: the present moment. He has come to fully comprehend the abject futility of any telic endeavor, and he wholeheartedly knows the delight of gently & caringly drifting along with the whimsicalities of chance.” ~ via Jack London
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