TRAIL DAY 128
Mon, June 27, 2016 This day is sure to blend with the 2 to follow. Perhaps I’ll end up treating them all as one.
Theo was happy to be home and to sleep in his cushy bed some unreachable former owner had delivered to my daughter Emily’s house. I was sufficiently content to be in our cushy bed but don’t recall any, “Oh, thank God I’m home with all the comforts.” It just wasn’t in the cards that anything would deter me from my decades-old purpose. The time had come. The God within would not brook any flagging of enthusiasm. I was indeed “divinely inspired, possessed by a god” to quote a definition of enthusiasm.
There are times when you know because you know because you know. You have a moral certainty about your course of action. No obstacle will survive your inner drive. Your purpose is God-given and divine – not airbrushed, putti-in-the-dome divine but aching-toes, painful-heel, dehydrated-but-able-body divine – if only I rest awhile. . . .
I have written myself into a worshipful state for this kind of God. A God who blessed me boots-to-the-ground, head and heart to the summit. A 60-years-and-more-never-to-abandon-you kind of God. Let my soul lie prostrate before this God – this indwelling fire of never-flagging enthusiasm. The Kingdom of Heaven is within! And cannot be ripped out. Say “Yes!”
We had dinner at the home of a good friend whom Bonnie has loved through the terrible loss of her college-aged daughter, leaving behind 5 extraordinarily accomplished brothers. While at a dry wedding in Alaska, she was hit broadside in the passenger seat by a many-times intoxicated truck driver coming the other way. This dear girl’s father, a highly successful lawyer, was away at their home in London. He had led the London office of his firm for many years until his retirement. Was it their London home or was it golf that had him away?
Regardless, in his absence, Bonnie and I were entertained royally by his wife. And I’m sure he would be glad to know that I enjoyed one or two Scotch-on-the-rocks from his supply of Johnnie Walker Black Label.
Beautiful weather on the patio, two lovely ladies to myself, glorious summer sun in late afternoon – I was treated very well during my time off the trail in Lancaster.
Day #128 Port Clinton (home) 0 miles