Series: Walker: A Memoir

Walker is a memoir about one woman’s spiritual journey to open her heart and develop compassion. Through it all, her own gumption would be her steady companion.

 

It starts out with a young girl raised in a singing Lutheran family where things looked good on the outside. But inside, Jill Loree was struggling. Later, she would “trudge the dreary road of destiny,” as the AA Big Book puts it, getting sober at 26 and picking up only one white chip. That’s not nothing, considering that most of Jill Loree’s childhood memories are infused with her father’s drinking. Her mother, on the other hand, had a controlling, co-dependent streak that wouldn’t end. Sounds dreary indeed, right?

 

In this spiritual memoir however, Jill Loree artfully lifts the story out of the ditch and finds the grace weaving between the lines. Walker also merges in a touch of poetry—her own, her sons’ and even her Dad’s—adding heart, depth and levity to the telling. Her gentle wit and brisk writing pace keeps things moving along. True to the title, there’s no need to sit and stew in misery.

 

Today, Jill Loree’s spiritual path is filled with the light of Christ, which is what she has discovered emerges from the core of one’s being after clearing away the detritus accumulated in youth. Just as the Pathwork Guide said it would. That’s the deeper message she is now passionate about sharing, and which shines through in this warm telling of the story of her life.

Dedication

Dedication
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For my mom, the rock against whom I have pushed. You’ve shown me where my work was, and that’s what I’ve needed to find; that’s where I’ve needed to shine my own light. It has been a gift to follow in your footsteps, hard as that has been at times.  For my dad, whose path has also been my path.…

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Poem

Poem
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From Proverbs and Tiny Songs   You walking, your footsteps arethe road, and nothing else;there is no road, walker,you make the road by walking.By walking you make the road,and when you look backward,you see the path that younever will step on again.Walker, there is no road,Only wind-trails in the sea. – By Antonio Machado (1875–1939), translated by Robert Bly

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Preface

Preface
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They say to be careful when pointing a finger at someone else because you always have three pointing back at yourself. Never have I felt this to be truer than while writing this book.  I’ve done a lot of work on myself. And as I’ve worked my way through challenging feelings stemming from my childhood, I’ve sensed the truth: This…

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Prologue

Prologue
Walker: A Memoir

 
 
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When I was a junior in college, I upgraded my employment situation from throwing pizzas at Sammy’s to serving drinks across the street at Houligan’s bar and restaurant. Houligan’s was a downtown establishment that was more upscale than your average college bar along Water Street. Tips in the bar area, however, generally consisted of leftover change, and since the cocktail…

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