Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Quotes tagged as "pilgrimage" Showing of Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind.
When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze. We clasp on to it. We dissect it, and let fears for the future, tempered by the past, unconsciously prevent us from taking up the task eternal. Those who choose to go on pilgrimage have already ventured away from themselves; and now set out in a longing to journey back to who they are.
Many a time we believe we must go away from all that is familiar if we are to focus on our inner well-being because we feel it is the only way to escape all that drains and distracts us, allowing us to turn inward and tend to what ails us. Yet we do not need to go to the edges of the earth to learn who we are, only the edges of ourself.
John Paul II European Center of Pilgrimage- Monte do Gozo, Santiago de Compostela
There also seems to be an echo of walking in the practice of two choruses singing a psalm in alternate verses, each on a single note, a practice that makes it possible to chant and listen by turns. Psalmody in the same way, in the to-and-fro of alternating responses, produces Ambrose said a happy tranquillity in the soul. And just as Claudel said that sound renders silence accessible and useful, it ought to be said that walking renders presence accessible and useful.
Many have traveled to them in order to find the concentrated energy of Earth and to realize the strength of unimpeded space. Viewing a mountain at a distance or walking around its body we can see its shape, know its profile, survey its surrounds. The closer you come to the mountain the more it disappears, the mountain begins to lose its shape as you near it, its body begins to spread out over the landscape losing itself to itself.
On climbing the mountain the mountain continues to vanish. It vanishes in the detail of each step, its crown is buried in space, its body is buried in the breath. Big view? But the mountain has already disappeared. Mountain then lives inside our bones, inside our heart-drum. Looking across to the sight of the heavenly city must have given them renewed energy to walk the final miles, to complete the journey.
Our wonderful driver, Mingos, and guide, Emma, needed to take us to within 1km of the Cathedral.
We were all going to walk from there. That is a point just outside of the mediaeval city. So we got out of the coach again and began the walk.
The streets are lovely and everywhere there are pilgrims, some arriving, some relaxing, all looking full of joy and that spirit of the Camino. We walked past churches, down narrow streets and the spires of the Cathdral became ever closer. At the end of the road is an arch and you pass under it and into the square in front of the great west facade of the Cathedral.
The place was full of groups and individuals, pilgrims, many sitting on the pavement, simply gazing at the building. Some had laid down and were asleep.
But most, having realised that they had arrived, climbed the flight of steps and through the west doors into this sacred space. There are two things that pilgrims traditionally do on arrival in Santiago. They go and greet the apostle in two ways. So we went to the east end and behind the high altar.
There was a queue there which we joined. I looked at the chapels along the ambulatory and to my amazement there was a statue of Our Lady of Walsingham. The queue moved fairly quickly and in no time we were climbing the steps behind the High Altar where the statue of St James sits. You go behind him of course. Once experienced, from this point on, it becomes our hearts calling to bring these experiences back into our material world.
And if we are lucky enough to be able to anchor this indescribable extraordinary space, even ever if so briefly upon on our world, we know an echo of this divinity will reverberate on our Earth forever.
Re’eh (Deuteronomy 11, 26 - 16, 17) - the joy of the pilgrimage festivals - Orthoprax Judaism
Sometimes, the further we go from civilization The more civilized we become. Enjoy a short video interview with Aluna Joy about the importance of sacred sites HERE Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. A paraphrase of an ancient Tibetan saying Sometimes, the further we go from civilization Someday, if you are lucky, you'll return from a thunderous journey trailing snake scales, wing fragments and the musk of Earth and moon. Eyes will examine you for signs of damage, or change and you, too, will wonder if your skin shows traces of fur, or leaves, if thrushes have built a nest of your hair, if Andromeda burns from your eyes.
Do not be surprised by prickly questions from those who barely inhabit their own fleeting lives, who barely taste their own possibility, who barely dream. If your hands are empty, treasureless, if your toes have not grown claws, if your obedient voice has not become a wild cry, a howl, you will reassure them. We warned you, they might declare, there is nothing else, no point, no meaning, no mystery at all, just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet, they tremble, mute, afraid you've returned without sweet elixir for unspeakable thirst, without a fluent dance or holy language to teach them, without a compass bearing to a forgotten border where no one crosses without weeping for the terrible beauty of galaxies and granite and bone.
They tremble, hoping your lips hold a secret, that the song your body now sings will redeem them, yet they fear your secret is dangerous, shattering, and once it flies from your astonished mouth, they-like you-must disintegrate before unfolding tremulous wings. Every step along the way has meaning.
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The pilgrim knows that life giving challenges will emerge. A pilgrimage is not a vacation; it is a transformational journey during which significant change takes place. New insights are given. Deeper understanding is attained. New and old places in the heart are visited. Blessings are received and healing takes place. On return from the pilgrimage, life is seen with different eyes. Nothing will ever be quite the same again. Macrina Wiederkehr from Behold Your Life. Pilgrimage is an art which brings peace to the soul. Pilgrims are bearers of love, which they carry to special places of the Earth.