How much of an impact do you want to have on the world?
How much discomfort are you willing to go through to ser that impact made?
Those are the questions that have been on my mind in the last 5 hours.
I went into Astoria today to connect with people and pick up a few things I needed.
I ended up meeting a veteran of the Navy who moved to Astoria a couple of months ago.
I had planned on catching a bus back to my campsite from Astoria. After a couple hours of discussion with this man, I looked at my clock and noticed that if it continued for much longer, I would miss the bus and have to walk the 15 miles or so back to my campsite after dark.
Still, I continued are discussion, and we came to form such a genuine connection through our conversing on life, God, the universe, creation and philosophy that there was a powerful sense joy and hope for humanity and this world as born from the love and freedom within our hearts.
I cannot express how valuable I believe those moments of insight through the relationship and discussion are.
I have just completed the 15 mile walk back to my campsite. I am exhausted, it is after midnight, and I am ready to sleep well. And I would do it again.
So, what impact do we want to make?
What are we willing to go through to ser that impact made?
Today was the first time I had met a fellow hiker on the trail, a girl names Meredith. We talked for a couple of hours as it is rare to meet another person walking the coast of Oregon as opposed to riding a bicycle.
She is a recent college graduate who is taking “travel year,” first walking the Oregon coast trail, and then heading to Spain to walk the camino de Santiago (the way of st. James).
She then plans to teach for a year in south more before returning to graduate school to become a teacher.
Meredith has tremendous heart for children and education. I am certain she will accomplish amazing things with her life.
I met a cyclist this morning and we had a great chat about travel and sharing stories.
His name is William and he is bicycling from border to border, coast to coast. He started in Northern Washington State, and plans to cycle to San Diego and then to New York.
Throughout our discussion, he continually talked about how it is the people you meet which life is all about. As we meet one another and befriend one another, we naturally help one another in whatever ways we can with whatever we possess.
Life is best when shared.
It was a great talk to remember that it is our relationships with one another which truly enable us to live well.
Prayer is a word that is used in a wide variety of ways. When I meet someone and I say that I am doing a pilgrimage for prayer, I am always curious to see how people I meet respond to my usage of the word “prayer.” Which usually gets-the-ball-rolling on a grand and deep discussion about life and Truth.
So, I wanted to open this post up for those who are reading and following the pilgrimage to share your thoughts and insights as to what “prayer” is.
Please share your response to the question “What does prayer mean to you?” in the comment section below.
I look forward to our discussion!