Walked to Symposium, post walk wrap-up

At a space of 2 weeks and much consideration, I am finally getting around to this entry. My pause has been in no small part due to the recognition that the walk—for listening to, practicing, and sharing love—is not over. The fact that I have been selling a house, attending a funeral and a grieving…

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Day 15 & Invitation to walk the home stretch, TOMORROW (9/2)

Rested, fed, bathed and showered with many other gifts of kindness, I contemplate adopting this as a life way. It sure seems to bring out the best in people–myself included. I have unfathomable gratitude for the Symposium women—organizers, founders, staff and participants, family, friends and random encounters who have become friends. It is mostly appreciation…

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Day 14

Walking through the morning dew of Branscomb, picking the seeds of the sweetest water-stressed blackberries out of my teeth with a grass stalk. Deer and quail, suddenly realizing that they are not actually invisible under the heavy cloak of mist, scatter before me. There is a smell of moisture filtered through Redwood lofts and coating…

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Day 13

The waist belt of my backpack needs continual adjustment as I shed layers of complacency and stagnation (which were apparently plaquing up around my waistline). I had not even been aware of that buildup or of how much it was weighing me down. Today started a couple of miles south of Westport on a stretch…

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Day 12

Cedar

Today, and the remainder of my walk, are dedicated to Cedar – a beautiful young man who called this coast home, and who took his own life on this shore, just a week and a half ago.  These miles are dedicated to all of our challenged, confused youth who don’t know where to turn, and…

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Days 9-11

Hello All! I have been enjoying a much needed rest in Fort Bragg for the last couple of days and have been in a whirlwind of activity to get ready for Symposium 1. I will be teaching three classes at these upcoming 2 sessions: Meditation Transformational Writing Miso Making (Session 2, only) I also plan…

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Day 8

I woke up at first light this morning, excited to reach my resting spot – my parent’s place south of Fort Bragg. Today’s walk is the shortest yet (8 miles), but filled with warm receptivity of the world and beings I’m moving through. So far, this walk has been powered by monumental love – a…

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Day 7

Today is dedicated to all the people I forget to appreciate – Cal Trans workers who have absolutely made this walk possible, UPS, cement truck and PG&E drivers who smile and wave even though they are on-the-job, letting their humanity burst through. Speaking of which, kudos to the designers/builders of the bridge just south of…

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Day 6

Day 6 is dedicated to the redwoods and all the other flora under siege by our modern life-way. I am passed by truckload after truckload of ancient carcasses and the empty trucks returning south for more. Their shredded skin lines Highway 1. Where are they all coming from? I thought they were functionally decimated decades…

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