I stay at the Buena Vista Motel and get bitten by bed bugs on my arms, back, legs, feet, face, and hands. Perhaps these results are from an allergy to a substance in the sheets but the itching kept me awake all night.
I leave to walk toward Waynesboro — but first I must climb to Spy Rock.
I read Chapter 21 of the Tao te Ching, translated by Steven Mitchell.
“The Master keeps her mind
always at one with the Tao;”
“That is what gives her her radiance.”
“The Tao is ungraspable.”
“How can her mind be at one with it?”
“Because she doesn’t cling to ideas.”
“The Tao is dark and unfathomable.”
“How can it make her radiant?”
“Because she lets it.”
Spy Rock – a place the Confederates used to monitor the movements of Union troops.
Sunrise from the top of Spy Rock.
“Since before time and space were,”
“the Tao is.”
Descending from Spy Rock
“It is beyond is and is not.”
“How do I know this is true?”
“I look inside myself and see.”