Today we heard from some of you. Here are a few favorites. We will take these and read them again and again on our walk. Thank you special people:
Walking In Beauty
Today I will walk out, today everything unnecessary will leave me.
I will be as I was before. I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body. I will be happy forever.
Nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.
In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet may I walk.
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.
Dear People, In beauty may you all walk.
Dear Nate, I am so proud of you. You are on your way to realizing your goals.
Love, Judy
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This was given to me at 20 years old and inspired me to travel and live life, with no regrets! You guys will have a great trip together as a family. Remember, it's not about the place or how far you go but about the three of you and the fact that you went!
Stay safe and make this the first of many journeys you take together.
AA
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... "cruising" it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
"I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
In Passing-Sterling Hayden 1916-1986
― Sterling Hayden, Wanderer