wanamaker..to greenbank farms...

ed.note:
traveling peace foot no where near greenbank farms
retracing steps for blogabout

after enjoying valerie's tasty meals,
i was ready for more....
knowing that greenbank farms and whidbey pies
were en route to the yoga lodge.
along wanamaker road,
i met with a couple from australia!
we praised the sun, the land and each other.

highway walking is very windy..
the cars become the wind,
the wind becomes a tailspin,
the tailspin becomes a dust bowl,
the wave (hello) becomes the highway,
the highway is the wind..
need i say, one does wind down the road!

as best i can, i keep one foot in front of the other
not looking to the destination..
i did see up ahead a looming high road..
ready for lunch, ( right after breakfast),
i chanted for greenbank farms to come first..
amazing! mantra is flawless!
greenbank farms AND my connecting road
are miraculously placed at the foot of the hill.
i walked into the farm lands off the highway
along the green rolling landscape to
screaming banchee bread and lunch.
it was barley vegetable soup,
pesto and cheese sandwich (on banchee bread)
rhubarb pie ala mode,
plenty of water and tea.
with my shoes off, my pack
and elephant joining me for lunch,
a couple on their way out asked
if babar, the elephant, was a republican?
o my o no o
i assured them that he was not;
french, actually!

john, a man from anacortes approached me.
he had heard about the walk
and we had a peaceful conversation
about inner disarmament, our personal war zones,
and j. krishnamurti.
you are the world and the world is you.

the road to the yoga lodge was just across the highway.
smuggler's cove was lined with trees and fallen branches,
sweet smelling cedar, fresh breath!
belly full, i arrived at the lodge..
welcomed by maggie, an open-hearted
cavalier king charles spaniel..
and wendy, the owner and generous hostess.
cheque them out @ yogalodge.com..
you can see a pix of maggie and her feline friend, houdini..
i was shown to a sweet space for sleeping and made ready
for an anusaura yoga class.

the journey is so generous,
there is nothing but the open palm..
peace in action..
wllingness to be heart,
willingness...

as i write to catch up on my adventures..along an alternate route..
there have been peace vigils throughout our nation..
may i suggest...? ...a dvd that was shared
the night marking the 4th year of bewilderment..

i know i am not alone
michael franti
a musican's search for the human cost of war

i am receiving love lettres everyday from so many..
about my shins..they are rested..
suggestions for just about everything..
love lettres from strangers who have found the blog;
we are not alone!