Pilgrim
The defining experience at the diamond-hard center of reality is eternal movement as beautiful and fearful invitation; a beckoning dynamic asking us to move from this to that. The courageous life is the life that is equal to this unceasing tidal and seasonal becoming: and strangely beneath all, stillness being the only proper physical preparation for joining the breathing autonomic exchange of existence. We are so much made of movement that we speak of the destination being both inside us and beyond us; we sense we are the journey along the way, the one who makes it and the one who has already arrived. David Whyte, Consolations I am a pilgrim now, on a pilgrimage to the sacred place, away from the place of knowing to the land of unknowing. I have left my shelter, a small firelit cabin of hospitality in the snowy woods where I lived alone but not without friends, a livelihood, fresh water from the well. My cabin a retreat and then r...