Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Earlier I wrote something about the Way of the Pilgrim. What I didn't include was a discussion about where I hope to wind up after this. Yes, I've made some plans which may turn into a career, but I've done that before. "And whither then? I cannot say."
One of the few things of which I am certain is that the Way will only unfold before me to the extent that I am walking forward. Pilgrimage is not something which one does once, adds to the list of tasks accomplished, and then forgets about. Pilgrimage is a way of being in the world. It is an acknowledgement that no matter how good the present moment is, it is nothing more than a way-station, a temporary stop along the way. (For the curious amongst my readers, I heartily recommend perusing Leaf by Niggle. If you aren't able to purchase a copy or borrow one from a library, it is available here.)