We walk from Burnsall to Kettlewell, on the Dales Way, England.
We pass a historical marker, telling about the history of this area.
I read Chapter 55 of the Tao te Ching, translated by Steven Mitchell.
“He who is in harmony with the Tao
is like a newborn child.”
“Its bones are soft, its muscles are weak,
but its grip is powerful.”
“It doesn’t know about the union
of male and female,
yet its penis can stand erect,
so intense is its vital power.”
“It can scream its head off all day,
yet it never becomes hoarse,
so complete is its harmony.”
“The Master’s power is like this.
He lets all things come and go
effortlessly, without desire.”
“He never expects results;
thus he is never disappointed.”
“He is never disappointed;
thus his spirit never grows old.”
Our feet are tired. We climbed over many stiles and passed a lime kilm. Kettleworth is small, but friendly.