Friday, August 3, 2007
1. Have you ever been on a pilgrimage? -Well, I didn't call it that at the time, but I was "searching for meaning" (as Victor Frankel would say)-so it does fit some of the requirements. It was in the mid 80's and it was a meeting of Catholic Lesbians and was held in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in the late spring in a camp. Quite beautiful, all the poppies in bloom- and everything else. Lots of created liturgy and ceremonies. I found some of what I needed at the time.
2. Share a place you've always wanted to visit on pilgrimage. I would love to go to the the pilgrimage led by Sister Jeannine Grammick of New Ways Ministry, to Southern Italy, the country of my heritage, this coming spring 2008. http://mysite.verizon.net/~vze43yrc/pilgrimage.html
3. What would you make sure to pack in your suitcase or backpack to make the pilgrimage more meaningful? My camera as I tend to be a very visual person.
4. If you could make a pilgrimage with someone (living, dead or fictional) as your guide, who would it be? The narrator in Jane Rule's "This is Not For You"
5. Eventually the pilgrim must return home, but can you suggest any strategies for keeping that deep "mountaintop" perspective in the midst of everyday life? I've found that keeping in touch with the people that I shared the experience with and looking at photos (I didn't take photos that time.)
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
by Hermann Hesse
You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try
anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent
some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in.
This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's
time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
This seems to describe my present state pretty well. Although Buddah sat under the Bodhi Tree so maybe I should do that. Fancy that!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
We're going to Provincetown, MA for vacation. We were thinking of another place, but we went last year and I was sick, so I couldn't enjoy the beach, the walks, the natural beauty, the seafood, our friends. Mostly I enjoyed the inside of our-very nice-room. Sigh. So, we're going back and I'm staying far away from anyone with a hint of anything slightly contagious at the office, Although that's kind of difficult as I'm meeting new people every day.
I love Provincetown because for a few days the demographics are reversed and we are living in a world where it is normal to see woman walking hand in hand with other women and men walking hand in hand with other men. No one stares. On a little spit of sand in the Atlantic we have found a home.