Good Friday--I made a solitary walk for War Tax Resistance, Somerville-Walden Pond, seventeen miles.
First Entry--Here I am this morning 15 of April 2022 Taking a walk with my self. My faith has been drawing me, over the years, to reconcile bodily, enactment of God’s cross, but today this is a morning walk, we’re walking the path along the minute man trail, I’ve love to add history I’m downloading this app as I pass the community gardens talking now on my way to Davis Square
Turning now to the gospel the readings of the day for the triduum, just want to remark that I’m beginning this with the desire to create looking at the hyacinth and the daffodil as I diary with the spirit of Thoreau with his impulse toward creativity and simplicity walking this l-shaped route this morning out to Concord and turning toward Walden pond where I’ll meet Emily where she’ll be with friends this afternoon, it’s a gorgeous moon, sitting low in the sky, a giant globe.
My thoughts are really just in this place, ping ponging with my observations, curious and itching around as I settle into the acceptance of a creative walk, allowing my thoughts to sit and stir for some future transcription having recorded this previous entry, the sense of desire and possibility as I entered into Davis square I saw and reflected on the first reading of the day, really was struck, just by a line that said, the Christ figure as we read as Christians was beyond human semblance and beyond that I visualized an art piece done by an incarcerated artist-- Nicole Fleetwood’s Marking Time came into my hands --borrowing yesterday from the library, she described briefly that the artist used the moment of great brutality and asked the fellow to press his bruise swollen face against the square [window] of his cell, if you can imagine the black blue skin with me, the painful thought, “even as they awed at him he was beyond human semblance” and we now from the passion story of the flogging that would have been his sentence, only, merely, Jesus coming before the crowd later, Passion Sunday we read “What do you want me to do with him?” What do you want me to do with him, “Crucify him!” Well, this is a US state, and we have figures of--beyond human semblance to the state This State that surveills and weaponizes poverty. There were two individuals within the red line open as I pass at 5:22, as I passed there was a train going to Alewife, I thought, yep, they made it through that part of the night, it’s cold feels like 37, maybe 44, kind of a wet cold after a rain last night, but it just pierces a couple layers and stops with the hand in the pocket, but you have people who in their way, long term homeless, long-time homeless and found this way of life. We talk about homeless, we talk about where we can re-direct our money, our taxes. Last night I had this interview with this women named Mary Regan--she was sharing her story, in 1983 [President] Reagan makes the draft again for men, and she thought for women. In her words: “I was such a feminist I thought for sure he was going to do it for women next” that she came to this realization that she could not carry guns and would need to and did apply for conscientious objection in preparation for the draft, last night just sharing that this purpose of war tax resistance to redirect our funds to health and education, housing, okay, so the needs of humans, my point is that we have the figure of Christ who draws us and who brings us in awe to God, but beyond human semblance, this real way that the beaten, bruised, cruci--no, this part of the passion-- this person beaten down, the desire of the prison to take someone, separate them. To begin this walk is to say with Thoreau, not my taxes, no, my refusal, so I am with my body, my mind, bring my company to my future self, this reflection.
Further along on what will about seventeen miles along the Minute Man trail... After several hours, walking since five am, I stopped for a pumpernickel bagel, and couldn't resist a tray of Boston Creme donuts. Sharing this picture with my wife as a check-in, she said: "I love where you see beauty."
Wicked Bagel, Framingham