Tag Archives: pilgrimage

Daily Walk: Octember Rain

I walked a bit over a mile in Cherokee Park, Louisville this morning as the sun rose behind clouds and rain. I’m still rehabbing from my knee replacements (left knee on May 10, right on September 15). I walked over 4 miles in Iroquois Park Monday before last, but I was wrecked for two days after, so I’m dialing back a bit. I’m doing better than many people do at this point, I have good range of motion, can walk, drive, get up and down stairs, get my pants on without sitting down, and so forth, but I still have some pain, and get fatigued. The goal is still walking the Camino as a pilgrim from the Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela, and then to Finisterre. So, I keep walking the path.

Daily Walk: Milkweed Pods and Spider Webs

Random Photo: From Whence

Going to and fro in the Earth, and walking up and down in it.

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Yesterday I walked the Elk Lick Trail in the Bernheim Research Forest. This druid sycamore stood in the middle of the lick, its feet wet, sunk in its stone bed, to my eye one of Tolkien’s Ents paused to take a long drink. Stepping from rock to rock, my foot slipped and the stream’s other waters flowed into my shoe. I felt Heraclitus’ smirk like a tick on my back.

Pilgrim’s progress: 13,810 steps, 5.4 miles. Going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it, on my way to Finisterre.

Talking to Myself (on the Daily Walk)

I was walking along the shore of a little lake in the Waverly Hills Saturday, and the bauchy ice was talking, softly, in the ethereal twang and boom of thin ice. I thought, is that how the Sirens of winter whisper? How they really sound?

Sunday Selfie: Pilgrim’s Progress

From Sunday to Saturday, January 29 to February 4, I walked just over 25 miles, almost 60,000 steps.

Superb Owl

Yesterday, my grandson and I walked down an abandoned railroad track to an also abandoned farmstead in a forest that had grown up around it since it and the farm’s fields were abandoned; a tanglewood, lots of Asian Bittersweet and other vines twining up and twisting into the trunks of saplings and young trees. He and I thoroughly explored the house. I found this owl, a candle, inside the purse, among the other debris. One large room must have been the original cabin, its walls were built of heavy 8 by 4 inch wooden beams with mortar between, the rest of the house built onto it. There was also an old barn, and a younger building that had almost completely collapsed.

Daily walk, pilgrim’s progress: 5,907 steps, 2.3 miles.

Random Photo: FREE THE NIPPLE

Graffito observed on my daily saunter at another little concrete Lascaux above the I-64 tunnels in Louisville. That day I walked 12,906 steps 5.2 miles.

Detail:

Random Photo: The Writing on the Beech

I love beeches. I particularly love big, old beeches. Some call them “initial trees” because so many people carve into the tabala rasa of their smooth bark. There are places I walk, little patches of old growth forest, where beeches a hundred, some maybe more than two hundred years old stand initialless, uncarved. I don’t tell many people where those patches are. The symbol or sigil carved on this beech I’ve also seen carved on other mature beeches, in different locations, around and about Louisville.

Random Photo / Daily Walk

The big oak says good morning. #dailywalk, #pilgrimsprogress: 12,295 steps, 4.5 miles.