It has been some weeks since Walking Water has ended. I have gone through 2,500 images at least a dozen times. I’ve read my writings and the writings of others as inspiration to write this blog. I have presented Walking Water in formally informal settings. I’ve spent much time digesting and integrating with fellow walkers. And yet, I found it difficult to work on this blog.
200+ miles walking in silence, laughter, contemplation. A prayer, an educational lesson, a political action, a spiritual journey... walking this pilgrimage was far more insightful than I originally anticipated.
The images attached to this entry, do not tell the story of Walking Water (please visit the website for more info). Instead, they are some of my personal favorite images that lingered in my memory from this years journey.
As I review these images and contemplate current events, I notice the discomfort that arises in me. I cannot sit on the sidelines of our times and let ill-intentioned forces take over. There is a real responsibility to step away from the comforts of our modern day accommodations and look further into where we can still use improvements.
So I ask, what is mine to do? Where can I be of most authentic service? How do I respond in right action? I know I cannot save the world and I am not trying to. The world doesn't need saving. The world needs compassion for all living upon it. To recognize the other as the a reflection of self, to see that we are all apart of the whole, to live in right action is to be connected.
It is with gratitude to present these images to you.
I walk away with a deeper knowledge of the Los Angeles water story, a deeper knowledge of self, a deeper care for our waters, and a stronger love for my neighbor; neighbor as self and other.
How can we continue to be compassionate and fearless that in the face of what is happening in these times? It is easy to love others, but not always easy to love ourselves nor those we do not share common ideals with or those creating destruction in various ways. How do we change these personal narratives?