I have been walking five days now. Today the weather is cloudy and looks like it might turn worse, so the raingear will be ready.
I meet with small groups of people and they come and go. Another person has decided to go home today. From where I am at, he will take a bus to where he can fly home…another one bites the dust. :-(.
Ran, my cousin asked what songs have gone through my head. I would have to say:
- “I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining every day;
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on Heaven’s tableland,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”
- And the other morning, when a flock of sheep (well over 50 of them), were scampering down the hillside, I thought of a chorus we used to sing in the 80’s:
- “he shall lead his flock like a shepherd, he shall carry the young in his arms.
- And carry them in his bosom, and he shall gently lead them who are with young.”
- Mostly: I feel the presence of my grandmothers. The joy of Grandma Rippy, the gentleness of Grandma Greeley, and the saucy, adventuring, inquisitive soul of my Grandma Clara. They, like angels have risen in my heart as I go alone, and they whisper memories of intense joy to me.
- Today marks my 6th hiking day. I will shoot pictures later (must pack up and journey forth now).
- “My heart has no desire to stay
- Where doubts arise and fears dismay…..”