The idea of the walk is to take your time. To learn the stories of those around you. To take it all in. Every walker has their style. Along the walk, you meet all kinds of walkers. Those that like to cheer. Those that need to talk every step of the way. The singers. Those that follow their group. There are those that need to be noticed, with outrageous costumes, and crazy wigs. And there are those that like to walk alone. Meditative and quiet. Ani and I are quiet walkers. We talk a bit, when there's something to talk about. We point out beauty around us - a pretty door, a beautiful flower, a perfect spider web. But we are just content to walk side by side in quiet. I love this.
We were a sea of pink. Some 1,800 of us. Mostly women, but men as well. All walking to make a difference. To fill a void, to remember a mom or a sister, a wife. We walked near a man who was walking for his wife....she was a 10 year survivor. She had walked as much as she could that day and took the shuttle back to the wellness village. But he kept walking. For her. We walked with a woman named Phyllis for a while. She told me she was walking, "slow and steady...at my own pace." I didn't want to invade her space, but then she opened up. "Y'know...in the South, during civil rights times, we would have to walk. We didn't have cars...we'd walk everywhere. It makes me remember." The walking connects us. We are all walking as one. A pink sign reads, "None of us are as powerful as ALL of us." We are powerful. A sea of pink.
|At the Finish Line - 39.3 miles|