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April 12, 2012

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And all I can tell you is that for me, as for observant Muslims during Ramadan, these periods set apart from "ordinary time" are not gloomy at all, but fruitful, and that I actually look forward to them, the way one anticipates travel.

Because travel is what they are. There is the you at the point of departure, there is a journey -- with all the expected and unanticipated aspects that make travel what it is -- and there is a different you who arrives, back at a home that is no longer quite the same home it was when you left, because you are seeing it with new eyes and a changed heart.

Yes. Oh, yes! This -- so much. I could say the same of the Omer journey between Pesach and Shavuot, or the weeks between the beginning of the lunar month of Elul and the Days of Awe in the fall. A spiritual journey which takes the same basic shape each year, but each year I am different, and therefore the internal landscape I travel changes.

Thank you for sharing some of your Lenten journey with us, dear Beth.

My home is each and every place that my memory visits with warm thoughts.
Having found your blog is a precious gift I received. Thank you.

Yes, and this was timely, as was the comment. I've been doing a lot of physical traveling, and just this morning I was thinking about the way that physical travel can accelerate internal travel, or so I've been told! Writing is the way that I go deeper toward myself and through myself into God. Getting out of the way is necessary for that too and also a challenge, for the story to come through and also the deeper truth, the connection to God, and the still small voice that speaks.

This talk of forests and doors reminded me of a quote from Stephen Graham in The Gentle Art of Tramping:

'As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.'

Which sounds about right.

Huw

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