(#13) Talk to butterflies and owls

New Jersey was wet for a few days, starting from the bridge. Geologically there is not too much difference between Pennsylvania and you. Only rock sections have more breaks to go through margin walks. I have mostly enjoying more loneliness and camping on my own. Near New York, I decide that the novelty of the Warwick Drive-In is a necessity. Together with some other hikers called Spruce Goose, Tweecy and Ladybug, we saw a double function on Thursday night. We share a rented radio and decided on Lilo and Stitch, followed by a subsequent presentation of Thunderbolts. Going here is also where I separated again with the yogi sleeping time that met with her boyfriend for some zeros.

The theater was a good funny intermediate for my usual intentions of being on their way.

The next day back on the path I fell behind all several miles and camped in some excellent places.

Loneliness provided time to finish some reading and return to my own things.

I am experiencing a combination of advances maybe, for me. As well as a pause in the care of this path as its typical pre -established adventure. Obviously, if you read my latest publications, I am here for many different reasons that are not necessarily combined with the typical hiker mentality. Many of these things imply a deeper understanding that love feelings are connected to a trauma response. Keeping myself separate from a compassion level that I have come to understand. If I can get a more significant thing than anything on this trip, it is starting to do more work with that. On another level, I feel that there is this mentality of routine culture that is contagious of other hikers, where the routine of the miles on the way to an athletic award becomes the purpose. I find myself wanting to reduce speed and flow in days.

The last week has been so, finally at one time I could walk 15-20 miles per day. However, I choose to do 12-15 with more focus on another job and be in nature. The choice is also more healthy for the heat wave that takes place. One of the days I see my first bear and we take it more as a sign of what deer says that bears have the best medicine. That day I enjoy a good sitting in a small stream instead of walking with a whip of routine culture behind my back to get to Katahdin for a specific moment.

I believe that everyone is interconnected by the path and all things, but certainly what spiral of people’s mouth often reveal how much their historical understanding of this land is more as a blackened classified document than any complete mandala. Certainly, there is something misleadingly poisonous about a colonized Zen that seeks centrism and comfort because it is relational to trauma to heal. I let all those moments I find is like a full attention bell for what I really want.

However, here there is some concern about «the bubble» to catch up and if this trip can be what I want if I am more influenced by others. I think that at some level it is healthy to have exposure to other stories and people on the way or course. But I do believe that a lack of loneliness at some moments could take me to Flip-Flop to Katahdin or maybe go to another path as perhaps doing the Colorado path by whim. Then, returning to my bicycle in Cross Trails for a tour in the northeast of the railway paths while I think about how in the world I will survive the next season of suffering under capitalism with seasonal work. What is more important for me is the work of healing and what I am finding in this long series of reflection while walking. It really doesn’t matter if those steps are towards Katahdin or anywhere. I doubt that my life has ended with the Apalaches and for now a break in the heat makes me continue walking, but I am open to go for the right reasons.

In addition to staying for them, which is so important.

It is difficult to capture the thousand things a day in a really truthful blog. Maybe I can join a million in a few prayers. Some hikers pass by my side while I feel with intentions of beer and cigarettes at the next stop of the city. They could well be neon signs at each intersection. The hungry ghost of the thing follows me for a day until I find an older coupler that walks south. The man says he loves my donut shorts. His wife asks if he can joke with me, and the request for consent is a good yes to me. She puts her trekking posts like a door. Then he says: «It will cost a penny to pass.»

I laugh and say that I don’t think I have a penny.

Advancing I wonder if I intended to go through the path or the whole existence from this moment. I love that I went without paying anything, like an animal. Maybe that was the joke. The cost. Invisible barriers. I pass through a path of the path. I tell the owls and hawks in cages how much I feel it in a whisper. Some hikers pay $ 250 to stay in a hotel too expensive while camping and keep my wet clothes in the streams. Outside the hotel, the park is full of garbage and one hundred vultures. How much does the business of what keeps people seek looking for the desire conditioned by that 72 degree thermostat? When I talk to my body and heat like a relative, I realize that these conditions are present in nature if I only get my clothes and keep the water flowing to the same level of exhausted electrolytes. I walked naked for an hour on the Naked day walk and I don’t see anyone more fortunately. I take a zero in the free Graymoor spiritual center. A hiker with a limp and suffering in many ways in the future without me.

I will survive the heat very well.

I meet Sir stops a lot of coffee and I have a hoagie with exchanged stories about accustomed bears. The full mandala part. The true reality without the classified documents of American history. I remember a chapter in History of an indigenous people of the United States Reminding me that bears are treated as a different species of humans with their respected territories. His world decreased so now, with the atrocities inflicted on them as their human relatives of this land. I think and feel about the deer who talk about the wind and the sun and the elements are relatives and how to move in that relationship took me through the heat wave more comfortably than ever.

The entire section has 5g and between flashers of my lonely desire for real community expressed on social networks sharing the small screen feels like Viktor Frankl’s, The search for man of meaning of man Exploiting without consent in children after children with high definition.

Somehow, this is not supposed to be part of my walk and being interconnected for some strangely means not being a politician, when the desert itself is a cage that decreases under a war machine.

I am in a lake and a free shower and kindness is everywhere, but it is not enough for the world to be free.

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