It is a new year and I am keeping a promise to myself, made last year, to write a little something each day, preferably in the morning, that will "prepare the way" for the Muse to inspire me for the writing I intend to do. I like to take early morning walks, and find that when I do, there is always something that comes to mind to ponder and explore. Via this blog, I hope to share my inspirations with anyone interested in reading them.
I write this first entry on a cold winter day, sitting by a fire that is as bright as the sky outside is gloomy. I am at home in our cottage on Lake Michigan, and know that a week from today, I will be equally at home in our hilltop house in Sedona. Here, I look over the tossing, freezing waves of the Great Lake; there I gaze out over a sun drenched, broad valley rimmed with towering red rock formations, and an extinct volcano. I feel great gratitude for having two place of such beauty to call home, and to inspire me for the writing life I hope to live.
Today I ponder the words "pilgrim" and "pilgrimage" after hearing a number of "pilgrims" from our Unity church talk about their experiences as pilgrims to Unity Village.
Expanding from that smaller framework, I ask myself "What would it mean to consider myself a pilgrim every day?" I think I'll wait to answer that until tomorrow!
