Paths Are Made by Walking

the wood line sculpture, in the presidio

WEEEND RECAP

We were greeted with another spectacular sunny morning at the Warming Hut. Per Catronia's request, we started the walk on Saturday by heading up the path by the "Wood Line" sculpture. We exited the Presidio by Mountain Lake Park, down Funston, across a few neat cross paths in Golden Gate Park where we had out first visit of the season at Andronico's. Oh, boy do we love our breaks at Andronico's! The second half of the walk took us back across GG Park, out 30th Ave. for a few great hills, finishing the walk with Lobos Creek Trail and the Park Trail. We noticed a new set of stairs which connect the Mountain Lake Park Trail... we'll have to check them out soon!

WEEKLY INSPIRATION

I read this amazing piece from Daily Good and wanted to share. It really rang true for me as walker, and as a person making their path in this world. This speech speaks to some of the deep things I think and feel about our community and alllll of this walking we do. 

Paths Are Made By Walking Nipun Mehta, May 14, 2012

Offbeat Graduation Speech Gets Standing Ovation: 2012's Baccalaureate speaker at the University of Pennsylvania was an unconventional choice for an Ivy League school. To address their newly-minted graduates, aspiring to dazzling careers, they picked a man who has never in his adult life, applied for a job. A man who hasn't worked for pay in nearly a decade, and whose self-stated mission is simply "to bring smiles to the world and stillness to my heart". This off-the-radar speaker launched his address with a startling piece of advice. Following up with four key insights gleaned from a radical 1000 km walking pilgrimage through the villages of India. As he closed his one-of-a-kind Graduation Day speech, the sea of cap and gowned students rose to their feet for a standing ovation. Read the full article here.

The W in WALK stands for Witness.

The A in WALK stands for Accept.

The L in WALK stands for Love.

The K in WALK stands for Know Thyself. 

THIS WEEK'S MAP QUOTES

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking. Antonio Machado 

The world is mine: blue hill, still liver lake, 

broad field, bright flower, and the long white road

A gateless garden, and an open path: 

my feet to follow, and my heart to hold. Edna St. Vincent Millay

UPCOMING TRAINING WALKS

Saturday 6/2 - 10 Miles - 7:30am

Sunday 6/3 - Up to 15 Miles - 7:00 am - South Entrance, Sawyer Camp Trail
Sunday 6/3 - AIDS LifeCycle Cheering - 8am - 11am - South entrance, Sawyer Camp Trail

Saturday 6/9 - 10 miles - 7:30am

Sunday 6/10 - 10 miles - 7:30am

RSVP here: http://groupspaces.com/InOurLifetime/calendar/

The full poem from Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April

JOURNEY

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass

And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind

Blow over me--I am so tired, so tired

Of passing pleasant places!  All my life,

Following Care along the dusty road,

Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;

Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand

Tugged ever, and I passed.  All my life long

Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;

And now I fain would lie in this long grass

And close my eyes.

Yet onward!

Cat birds call

Through the long afternoon, and creeks at dusk

Are guttural.  Whip-poor-wills wake and cry,

Drawing the twilight close about their throats.

Only my heart makes answer.  Eager vines

Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees

Pause in their dance and break the ring for me;

Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern

And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread

Of round-faced roses, pink and petulant,

Look back and beckon ere they disappear.

Only my heart, only my heart responds.

Yet, ah, my path is sweet on either side

All through the dragging day,--sharp underfoot

And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs--

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,

And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,

Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road

A gateless garden, and an open path:

My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.