Peace Pilgrim

There are a lot of things a person could admire about Peace Pilgrim.

At the age of 44, she became the first woman to walk the entire length of the Appalachian Trail in a single season. A year later, she set off on foot from Pasadena California on New Year’s Day with one destination in  mind…Peace. She would never own a car, live in a house, have a bank account or answer to her birth name-Mildred Lisette Norman-again. From that day forward she called herself Peace Pilgrim, or simply Peace. She wore a navy blue tunic with deep pockets that carried everything she owned…a pen, a comb, a toothbrush and a map.

“I own only what I wear and carry. I just walk until given shelter, fast until given food,” she said at the time. “I don’t even ask; it’s given without asking. I tell you, people are good. There’s a spark of good in everybody.”

And that is what I admire most about her. Not her reliance on strangers to support her quest, but her unwavering belief that there was a spark of good in everyone. She hated war because she loved people. All people. It was a love that shone from her and captivated audiences wherever she went. She didn’t care about your political leanings or what you believed in. She simply loved people, believed in peace and walked her talk.

World Peace didn’t happen after she crossed the United States from coast to coast the first time. Or after visiting all ten provinces of Canada. Nor did it happen after crossing the United States for the second, third, fourth, fifth or even sixth time. But she kept walking anyway. She wore the words Peace Pilgrim across her tunic and welcomed conversations about her walk with everyone she met; army officers, university students, politicians…she greeted them all with love and warmth.

There seems to be an innate human tendency to mirror emotion. We match hate with hate until we simply became opposite sides of the very same coin. I once heard a talk by Pema Chodron-a Buddhist monk-where she illustrated this concept with a joke about activists clobbering opponents over the head with their peace signs.

“You can laugh,” she said. “But it isn’t that far off the mark.”

Peace Pilgrim didn’t clobber people over the head with her beliefs; like Pema, she too believed in the exact opposite approach. The following are just a few Peace Pilgrim quotes.

“There is no greater block to world peace or inner peace than fear. What we fear we tend to develop an unreasoning hatred for, so we come to hate and fear. This not only injures us psychologically and aggravates world tension, but through such negative concentration we tend to attract the things we fear. If we fear nothing and radiate love, we can expect good things to come. How much this world needs the message and example of love and of faith!”

“No one walks so safely as one who walks humbly and harmlessly with great love and great faith. For such a person gets through to the good in others (and there is good in everyone), and therefore cannot be harmed. This works between individuals, it works between groups and it would work between nations if nations had the courage to try it.”

“In order to help usher in the golden age we must see the good in people. We must know it is there, no matter how deeply it may be buried. Yes, apathy is there and selfishness is there – but good is there also. It is not through judgment that the good can be reached, but through love and faith.”

“The positive approach inspires; the negative approach makes anger. When you make people angry, they act in accordance with their baser instincts, often violently and irrationally. When you inspire people, they act in accordance with their higher instincts, sensibly and rationally. Also, anger is transient, whereas inspiration sometimes has a life-long effect.”

 

On July 7, 1981, while being driven to a speaking engagement near Knox, Indiana, Peace Pilgrim was killed in a car accident. She was 73 years old, had been walking for peace for 28 years and was undertaking her seventh trip across America.

Given everything that is going on in the world today, one could make the case that her quest was all for nothing. I subscribe to the last line in the last quote listed above…inspiration has a life-long effect.

Almost four decades since her death, I am still inspired by Peace and I still turn to the book compiled by her friends after her death Peace Pilgrim; her life and work in her own words whenever I get discouraged, feel hateful, lose my temper or need a reboot.

Peace Pilgrim inspired me and she will have an effect on the way I think and live for the rest of my life and I know I’m not the only one.

A booklet titled Steps to Inner Peace taken from a radio talk Peace gave in 1964 was published during her lifetime and given out freely. She was adamant that people should not have to pay money to hear or read her message.

Her friends knew she would feel the same about the book they put together the year after her death, so they decided to give copies out for free for as long as they could afford to print them and when they ran out of money that would be that. Well, donations poured in and 35 years later it is still being given out for free. Her message continues to be both timeless, timely and inspiring.

I know Peace would wish for a world where her message wasn’t needed; where we all walked humbly and harmlessly with great love. But in the meantime-if you haven’t heard of her and if you’re interested-hers is a voice of sanity when it feels as if the world has gone mad.

Zen concept background-The balance between the black and white zen stones

 

 

 

Leaving a Trail of Joy

I just read about a creative soul who is leaving painted rocks behind on his or her walks for others to find and keep. What a beautiful gesture, both in the pretty rocks and the selfless act of giving. This person has created an anonymous Facebook page with pictures and clues of where the most recent rocks have been left and later lucky finders post themselves with the rocks.

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Dropped off and gone like a ninja!

I love this idea. The notion of leaving a trail of joy behind you on your walks. This person has found a clever way via Facebook to connect with the recipients, but even imagining that I had brought a smile to someone would be enough.

I really want to do this, but what could I leave? My art ability is woefully limited. And it would have to be something weatherproof as there’s not much fun in discovering a soggy piece of paper art. And if it were my soggy piece of paper art someone would just think it had been dropped by a toddler after preschool. No one would want it except my mother.

What could I leave behind on my walks? I will have to give it more thought…

New Trails and Minions Too

So I was on my way home from a meeting when you’ll never guess what I saw. A minion wood carving beside a house. A wood carving! Of minions!

I drove all the way back across town to take a picture because I knew you wouldn’t believe me.

Here it is…

minions

You’re welcome.

It looks like one is holding a satellite dish while the other is reading instructions or maybe the guy on top is trying to get a signal so the one on the ground can use his tablet. God, I love minions. I also love people who take the time to create their quirky ideas. After supper I made Darcy get in the car and I drove him across town to show him the minions. After he had shown the proper amount of appreciation for my minion find, we carried on home in a roundabout fashion. On the way we came across some unfamiliar walking trails. After two years of walking the town, I couldn’t believe I didn’t know about them. I drove into a random subdivision, parked the car and we set off on foot to check them out.

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The trails wound their way around some soccer fields, past a tennis court we never knew existed and then took us across the street where we were gobsmacked by paved trails winding about in every direction through a meadow and around a man-made lake complete with ducks. The ducks weren’t man-made. They were real. Not sure why I felt the need to point that out.

Anyway we were all like, what the….this has been here the whole time?

And then I was all, Hey wouldn’t it be hilarious if we forgot where we parked the car?

I pictured the car rusting away to nothing on the side street while we spent weeks riding around in the back of a taxi saying helpful things like, I think there was a brown house nearby. Or maybe it was blue. I’m sure it wasn’t green. I know there were walking trails. And a soccer field.

Darcy stopped in his tracks and stared at me, the lovely park forgotten.

“No. Actually that would not be hilarious. It wouldn’t be funny at all.”

“Well, not at first,” I admitted. “But later. In the years to come. We would say, remember when we lost our car after seeing the minion totem pole? And we’d laugh and laugh and wonder whatever became of it. The car not the minions. But maybe we’d wonder about the minions too.”

“Let’s head back,” said Darcy.

We found the car pretty easily and I tried to hide the fact I was a little disappointed, because it would have been a great story even if Darcy disagreed.

On the way home we drove as straight as possible so we could get our bearings. Darcy wanted to know where exactly we had parked, while I wanted to see what street would launch us back to this amazing space should I want to make the entire trek from home by foot. And where did we find ourselves? On the same avenue we live on!

All this time, if I had simply headed out of our apartment and kept walking east until I ran out of town, I would have arrived at the trails we had just left. It wouldn’t be a short trek by any means. We live on the western edge of our city and the walking trails I wanted to revisit were on the extreme eastern edge, but this isn’t New York. It might take a couple of hours each way, but it’s totally doable.

That’s the thing about walking. Or driving for that matter. You never know where it might take you or what you might discover. One moment it’s minions, the next it’s a lake in a meadow and the next…poof! Your car is gone.

See? If that last bit were true it would have made a fabulous punchline.

Ah well, there are lots of streets left to explore and tomorrow is another day.

Old Car in the Woods

I bet somewhere out there is a couple with a great story to go with this car…