(Winter sunset in the Bogs. December 2007. © Robin)
No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it, by vigorously willing to have it. Peace is a margin of power around our daily need. Peace is a consciousness of springs too deep for earthly droughts to dry up. Peace is the gift not of volitional struggle but of spiritual hospitality.
~ Harry Emerson Fosdick (1879-1969)
(My fading footprint in the sand. Mission Beach, CA. November 2007. © Robin)
Your footsteps are the path, and nothing else;
there is no path, paths are made by walking.
Walking makes the path, and on looking back
We see a trail that never can be walked again.
Traveler, there is no path,
Only a wake in the sea.Antonio Machado, Proverbios y Cantares
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