Frodo walked into Mordor,
even though one does not simply do that,
to destroy a ring of power.
Dorothy followed the Yellow Brick Road
to find the wizard who could return her to Kansas.
A shepherd, left 99 sheep behind
to search for one that was lost.
With the knights of the table round,
Galahad sought the Holy Grail.
I’m looking for a lost sock.
13 October 2018
Manhattan, New York
It started as a walk.
It became a quest.
It ended in success.
I preached this morning at the United Presbyterian Church of Ozone Park. Upon my return to the Shire near the Hudson, I faced a decision about what to do with the afternoon. Several options lay before me: work, a nap, or a walk in Central Park, my second favorite place, after the Shire, in New York.
My original thought was to visit the park, but I felt tired and sluggish so I opted for the nap. Except, I could not fall asleep. I decided to go with Plan A.
I entered the park at the Frederick Douglass Circle gate and made my way across to Harlem Meer. Then I turned south. I decided I would walk down to see Strawberry Fields before I exited. I watched an inning of softball and then an inning of baseball. The more I walked, the better I felt.
After about two hours, I looked at my pedometer and noticed that I had topped 16,000 steps for the day. I started at about 6,000 when I arrived at the park. I pondered for a few moments and realized that I could well top 20,000 steps for the day.
And the walk morphed into a quest.
And shortly after I left Central Park, the pedometer topped 20,000. It stands at 21,412; I may take a few more steps before the night ends. Success.
See you along the Trail.