
I wasn’t able to stand still long enough this weekend to put any thoughts together. I’ve been walking around, in the wind and rain and snow. Sometimes it feels like I’m walking in circles. Sometimes it feels like I should be walking in circles, because then my thoughts would at least connect, but lately they don’t.
Back in old Athens, some philosophers walked around the Agora and became known as the Peripatetics, which means they were philosophers who tackled big ideas while they walked around. But I don’t think that’s where I am at exactly today. More like maybe the Patti Smith song “Trampin'”.
I’m trampin’, trampin’
Trying to make heaven my home
I’m trampin’, trampin’
Trying to make heaven my homeNever been to heaven but I’ve been told
Trying to make heaven my home
That the streets up there are paved with gold
Trying to make heaven my homeI’m trampin’, trampin’
Trying to make heaven my home
I’m trampin’, trampin’
Trying to make heaven my home
And that’s all I got today. Above, that’s me in a meditative stone walking circle near the Green in old Dover, Delaware, a week and a half ago on New Year’s Day.
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Thought that was in Delaware
Thought that was in Delaware for some reason, we used to walk one at a church in Lewes, Delaware near the beach.
Well, it’s a good picture.
Well, it’s a good picture.