Walking

Some people read palms, but if I could read you my story it would be in the lines of my feet. The arches and wrinkles would tell you stories of cities and jungles in faraway lands, sands in the desert , mountain tops traversed and valleys wide and bright cascading through every inch of my wanderlusting heart. It has been a story of epic travel, wild phases, and vast scapes physical, emotional, and spiritual. Moment by moment I create my life crossing terrain and distance with my feet planted firmly with all the Taurean spirit I can muster. It never stops, the walking, I believe that when I pass on, I take these places with me for eternity, my feet the instruments and tools to reflexively program and download the distances I've navigated into my eternal soul. Every pebble, every rock, every hill, valley and mountain, recorded through the lines of my feet. I have grown to believe that through the trail of life, it is the road you walk, that will guide you into the pathways of the infinite. Amen.

Caminho De Santiago 2009