“In sacred travel, every experience is uncanny. No encounter is without meaning.” The Art of Pilgrimage, page 97
I’m practicing this ancient knowledge about pilgrimages, working it into my bones as I walk. It’s one thing to get it intellectually, and a whole different thing to really understand what it means.
As I practice it, I’m noticing things that I used to let pass by, unnoticed, or unacknowledged. The tiny rainbows in the water droplets that collect on blades of grass after a rainfall, noticeable to me because I was appreciating the variety of colors in the landscape. The red-tailed hawk that flew by, right at eye level, just as I was thinking about what it would be like to fly.
What would it be like if we came to our lives this way, assuming that there is meaning in all of it? Personal meaning, just for us.
i do try to live my life this way Lynne and i have to say it makes magic and grace a part of my every day life… you explain it so beautifully… saw two hawks today myself….