I am fighting to stay alive not because I fear death, but because I love life.
Every step of the walk unburdens us of what we have just seen and thought while it simultaneously thrusts us into the previously unknown.
When I put down Lance Armstrong’s book, I understood something profoundly. Edie, if you can move, you’re not sick. I decided right then and there that no matter what cancer did to me I would continue to move. Movement was what the physical body was designed to do; it was how it coped and functioned. Movement was vitality. It was life.
I would move. Always. No matter what. Until my last breath, I would move.
What if it’s the there
and not the here
that I long for?
and not the wait,
in the lost feet
the faraway street
and the way the moon
quite the same.
If I’ve learned anything from facing death, it is that life is not meant to be survived. Life is the greatest adventure there is. And why stop your adventuring when someone says the end may be near? The truth is, we never know when the end will actually come. None of us will avoid it forever. What’s the point in trying? Live fearlessly!
The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any given second is a full field of color patches scattered just so. The configuration will never be repeated. Living is moving; time is a live creek bearing changing lights. As I move, or as the world moves around me, the fullness of what I see shatters. “Last forever!
I wish to walk and keep the ways of God
When you walk through the darkness, God shall be your light!.
Walking and talking – that seemed a very odd way of spending an afternoon.
If I could walk one week, why not six? If I could walk to London, why not to Paris, to the Alps, to Jerusalem…I would show with money and a pair of strong boots you can get to Rome. Good-bye, all ye vampires of modern travel. Good-bye, insistent cab-men, and tip-loving porters. Good-bye, mis-directed luggage and dusty railway carriages…Good-bye, trains – punctual and unpunctual, I am your slave no longer. I am free. I am FREE.