When I feasted my eye on that Bridge it nearly paralyzed me. After more than 7 million steps I thought I would have some definitive answer to the “Why?” question. I don’t. I feel different today than 7 months ago. I’ve come to prefer the 3 mile per hour life. Perhaps I will find a way to continue this in the weeks, months, and years ahead. I dream of a world that functions to a greater extent by foot and less by engine. I walked from the heart. Sometimes I thought I might soar. Yeah, I felt as if the spirit would lift me right off the pavement. It is a wonderful feeling to forget as much as possible and make long, repetitive strides into the space in front of you .. a space that has no more meaning I can surmise than to move the spirit within.
Here on the edge of New Jersey I feel the fire within diminishing. A quest ends quietly. There will be no explosive, climactic moment. Reflection and memory waft in this space I fill.
On Sunday when I find myself in the Peoples Climate March, there will be no one who walked as many steps to get there. It will make it all the more special for me. Something big is about to transpire on the other side of that bridge. People from many paths are converging to push for Climate action. For the young this will be the movement of their lifetime. It desires to cut deeply into existing social and economic mechanisms and It’s likely to reinvigorate social justice issues within our faith communities. It is not a beginning. It is a maturing. It is a visible sign that the life I knew and accepted has had a negative impact. That life will be challenged and eventually changed. I’ll never be ready, but i’m in.