The Journey Begins

WynnAlice had a dream, she was to walk for six moons, shod only in a pair of worn red flip flops from Brazil and only wearing what she could carry on her back.

Six moons in the planning, WynnAlice now sets off on her journey of six moons, shod only in a pair of worn red flip flops from Brazil and only wearing what she could carry on her back. Six moons she will tell stories, collect stories, then write them in a great big book know as Tales of Our Times, a book of thirteen chapters representing the thirteen moons in a year, a book of only thirteen copies.

It was spring, only no one seemed to have told the weather it was spring. WynnAlice sets of in rain, hail and sleet from the town that was not too big and not too small.

Like Santiago in The Alchemist, told by the great storyteller Paulo Coelho, WynnAlice was not going to be deterred from following her dream.

How different do places look, when we enter on foot, with time to look around, time to experience, not view as through a widescreen TV.

At the first town she reaches, WynnAlice encounters a man who clearly has little, as measured by worldly wealth, who clearly has other riches. He presses a coin into her hand.

It is from those who have nothing, who give freely, expecting nothing in return.

The encounter with the man who had riches, not measured as worldly riches, set the tone for the journey.

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