The God of Walkers.

Yesterday, my God was the God of Walkers and the Bike. I got in an eight mile ride (short for a weekend ride, but I’m out of pedal practice) and a five mile walk to Whole Foods to score some Burt’s Bees gear and Preserve toothbrushes. The only bad thing is that it made the cold I can’t seem to shake ten times worse. But I find this passage from Moleskine and walking hero Bruce Chatwin heartening just the same:

He offered to show me over the Institute. In their library the books were all Bahai literature. I noted* down two titles — The Wrath of God and Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, Bahai Ullah. There was also a Guide to Better Writing.

“Which religion have you?” Ali asked. “Christian?”

“I haven’t got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don’t need any other God.”

From Chatwin, Bruce. In Patagonia. Penguin Books: New York, 1988 edition. Page 33.

*[In a Moleskine? :^)]