“A journey, after all, neither begins the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. Rather, it starts much earlier and is really never over once finished. Because the film of its memory – the myriad ways in which that journey has inspired and awakened and transformed us – continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of pilgrimage once one sets out along any Way, and once contracted, its dis-ease is essentially incurable … And so I wonder about the times when for no logical reason I feel an almost unbearable sense of isolation; not only divided in myself, my underwater and above-water selves separated, but feeling wrenched away from everybody around me as well. I guess this is part of being human – part of the sentient adventure, this knowing that we are all part of one another, inextricably involved; and at the same time alone, irrevocably alone.” ~ inspired by Ryszard Kapuściński & Madeleine L’Engle

Filed under: Peace Pilgrimage #02: Walking HOME (2019) by Scaughdt