L
ast year I mustered the strength to walk 1,400 kilometers on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. Such a long walk was a stretch for anyone. It was a stretch beyond what I thought I was capable of. It took a lot of strength to survive the trek, but survive it, I did. I thought it would be my last and only walk in my lifetime.
For a few months, I attempted to get my life back to the normal I knew. But things changed. I learned that I did not want to live the same life I left. Already, Shikoku 88 temple pilgrimage was in my mind’s conversation, Could I do this again, another long walk nearly as long, this time in Japan? I knew and didn’t know.
I thought about it. It brought up fears and uncertainties. I decided to do it anyway.
Every now and then a manâs mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions. After looking at the Alps, I felt that my mind had been stretched beyond the limits of its elasticity, and fitted so loosely on my old ideas of space that I had to spread these to fit it.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr
At Temple 44 Daiho-ji. I crossed the halfway mark on my 88 temple walk on Shikoku Island in Japan. That’s counting. Is that even the point? The walk on the path toward enlightenment is not about counting temples, steps or stamps. Maybe it is or isn’t, but I do it.
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Walk and stretch with me.
46 Jorui-ji
Temple of the Pure Lapis Lazuli
Inn for the night
Then,
Back on the road
47 Yasaka-ji
Temple of the Western Forest
48 Sairin-ji
The Temple of the Eight Slopes
Still on the way.
See you next time.
Baadaye and Mata Ne (ăžăă)
Shirley J âĽď¸
This and several posts this summer will chronicle my pilgrimage in Japan where I am walking the 1200 kilometer-long Shikoku 88 temple pilgrimage. Read my announcement here.
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