Northward Bound, Whitewright,TX

By tomorrow evening,before the sun sets fire to the sand, I'll be in Oklahoma. The recent news from Lancaster, PA shortened my stride, and removed more than a little sleep from my bed in the starlight. Having lived a few days with the Amish for just a few days of this walk last winter I can not say that I know them as deeply as I would have liked. I slept in their homes, ate their foods and traded stories like old silver...or in this case plain harnesses. For the short days I got to spend with them, I was blessed. The children of the Amish are what American children used to be(yes, some still are, but this is rare). I was called sir of Mr. WhiteCrow by all of the children respectfully, while never being reminded. It was rare that these children were not smiling or waiting on a grin to come. My heart goes out to the Amish.