“Centuries of travel lore suggest that when we no longer know where to turn, ampoule our real journey has just begun. At that crossroads moment, a voice calls to our pilgrim soul. The time has come to set out for the sacred ground — the mountain, the temple, the ancestral home — that will stir our heart and restore our sense of wonder. It is down the path to the deeply real where time stops and we are seized by mysteries. This is the journey we cannot not take.
On that long and winding road, it is easy to lose the way. Listen. The old hermit along the side of the road whispers, Stranger, pass by that which you do not love.”
From the Art of Pilgrimage, a book by Phil Cousineau