|Random staff drawn from the collection |
at a yamabushi's small mountain temple in Japan.
My book club met last night, we're reading Joyce Rupp's Walking in a Relaxed Manner this month, about her experiences on the Camino. More broadly we were talking about what it means to go on a pilgrimage. How is it different from a trip to any other destination — Disneyworld is the one that came to mind — but also from the walking or hiking trips many of us have taken? The title suggests it is a slow process, and that is certainly true in these days of buses and trains and cars, but wasn't true in the medieval period, so it can't all be about the speed.
In some ways this has been a pilgrimage time, walking intentionally into a period of time that I expect to change me, that I know will have its discomforts as well as high moments, one that I explicitly named as a sacred time. But then how is that different from any other period of my life? Are we always pilgrims?
From the reading at Morning Prayer today: Come, let us climb the mountain of the Lord! (Is 2:3)