I watched from afar, but in my mind and
heart, I walked every step. There's something
about witnessing the Walk for Peace. It wakes
a part of you you didn't know was asleep. It
made me pause, really pause, and notice my
own relationship with myself, with the world,
with every living thing around me.
It reminded me that peace isn't out there
somewhere, it starts here, inside me. Each step,
each gesture, each small intention, it all matters.
Even if I wasn't on the street today, the walk
became a little journey inside, a quiet reshaping
of how I move through life.
I feel deep gratitude for the monks leading the
way, their courage, their patience, their quiet commitment.
Their steps ripple far beyond the
streets, touching hearts across America,
reminding us all that peace is possible even in
the noise and chaos of a nation.
Even if the walk reaches DC, even if it makes
headlines and history, the truth is we each carry
it within us. Every mindful step, every small act
of kindness, every moment of calm-this is our
walk too. And it continues, silently, inside us,
long after the march is over.
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