As I inquire into the meaning and purpose of recent accidents (see previous two blog posts), I’m beginnig to frame them as wake-up calls. Wake up and step into the unknown … once more.
What we sometimes call “the journey” implies a leaving, some travelling, and an arriving. But barely have we settled into what we think of as having arrived or come home, our comfort is disturbed by yet another departure bell. Like it or not, there it is. I didn’t ask for it, cries the ego (small self), I’ve barely recovered from the last stretch of the road; do I have to go again?
John O”Donohue (1956-2008), life-long home-seeker and spiritual guide to many, offers blessings to the (reluctant) traveller on the threshold of departure:
Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.
New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.
When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say. …
source: This is an excerpt only. © John O’Donohue. The full text appears in his 2008 book Bless the spaces between us. New York: Doubleday, p. 53-55. image: Sikh pilgrim