I need to be walking more–to have more rain–more wind.
That’s why I started this blog way back when. I was looking to do some writing that had rain and wind and walking in it.
I think there’s a little stone church somewhere in the Spanish countryside where I could pray properly–unshapely stone church which belongs to wind and weather. You can only get there walking.
When you walk–say you have a destination, even a meaningful one–you still will have to release the thought of arrival, let the walking take over expectation. Otherwise, the thought of the indefinitely long and folding road more than your weight defeats you. But the walking can, and your thoughts after a while begin to walk too. Somewhere on their windy path is a chapel of rain-wet stone–like some uncut, Abraham’s altar.