I’m on the threshold of my door, and the moment has come for me to depart on my pilgrimage.
I drew this picture to remind me of home, of what I am leaving.
And, in the way of all brilliant synchronicities, there is cosmic irony in this one. Even though I am going on an inner pilgrimage, rather than literally leaving my home, this view of the fall color is very temporary. I may not be leaving it, but it is certainly leaving me, and soon there will be bare trees and grey landscapes out my window. There is a palpable sense of loss and moving on, as I draw this view.
This departure feels very real to me, a mix of excitement and trepidation. Of leaving things behind and discovering new landscapes, adventures and journeys.
Leaving the familiar, and setting off into the unknown, is always an act of faith. And it never seems easy for me, even when I am clear that I have chosen it.
I have been happy immersing myself in preparations for my pilgrimage, rather than actually going on it. It’s been exciting but theoretical until this moment.
Now, at this point, like all pilgrims, I am being asked to release into Not Knowing what this is all about, or what I will discover, or what will be called of me (or demanded) as I go along.
What is it to consciously release into Not Knowing?
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