As this series comes to a close, (though I may review further since the Walk For Peace has not reached their Final Destination), I realize that the Walk for Peace has been doing more than sharing a message; it has been a quietly revealing one.
Through the monks’ journey, memories surfaced.
The image of a monk who lost his leg brought me back to my late mom; to the years of pain, uncertainty and recovery after her accident.
To the moment she stood up from her wheelchair, took a few steps and began walking again.
To the way faith carried her forward, not dramatically, but steadily, lovingly and without surrender.
And with that, something else became clear.
My own faith.
My connection to the Buddha’s teachings.
My draw toward Vipassana meditation.
The ten days of silence in Nepal.
The patience, endurance and awareness I’ve been cultivating over time; all of it suddenly made sense. It was never random. It was never separate.
The Walk for Peace did not give me new beliefs.
It helped me recognize the ones that were already walking with me.
Perhaps that is what peace truly is; not something we seek outside ourselves, but something that reveals itself when we are ready to see the path we’ve already been on.
Step by step.
With faith.
With awareness.
With an open heart.
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