My feet were very sore yesterday morning. . . A trip in a bus, train, bus, then walking, and my pack, though smallish, was heavy.
A waitress in the restaurant last night has a partner who goes to Bendigo 2 times a week, who has taken about 1/3 of the load (like my pattery charger, 2nd pair of long pants, etc), to drop at my son & daughter-in-law's place in Bendigo; so I'm hoping to make it the 28km to the Gisborne Motel tonight. The payment glitched last night, and I don't know if it worked. I'll have to ring the Motel owner this morning as I walk.
Read (& tried to mean it to God, well, addressed it to God) a walker's prayer this morning.
Started learning something about being taught by God, (or letting him grow me up to be more like this person from whom all personhood is derived) while I was walking yesterday... see how that goes today.
As I get going. will try meditating on (the next storylet in Mark, about) the life of someone who went (the opposite to Adam and Eve who went into hiding, instead of) walking with God, in a country under occupation.
Off we go!
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