Pilgrimage, they say, involves effort, determination and a heart-mind open to serendipity. In the creative process we need to empty, to find a beginner’s mind and allow unfocussed awareness to wash over everything, until something significant surfaces. It is much the same with pilgrimage. Everything and everyone you encounter takes on meaning. Going somewhere for the first time enhances that process.
We tend to praise the light and shun the dark. There are those who glamorise and relish the dark as a sanctuary of rest, introspection, beauty and imagination. Others associate it with danger, evil, punishment and demons both inner and outer. The fact of ‘matter’ is that we cannot have light without dark, or dark without light.
There are times when I need to get off the island as we say in Glastonbury, known also as the Isle of Avalon. Whilst I love itmerry green tree here, it is a small town and the land is flat and cultivated. At the end of winter, especially such a long, wet one as we’ve had here, I’m twitching to get out into wilder landscape and let the winds blow through my clogged brain and spirit. So I booked a couple of days on Dartmoor