If you’ve been on a pilgrim before, you’ve possible heard the excellent Pilgrim’s Prayer, which often becomes a catch-cry as pilgrimages go on.
“We are pilgrims, not tourists.”
In between having amazing experiences with fellow pilgrims, visiting historically significant sights, and travel time I have had time for activities such as breathing, eating and sleeping. Journaling has even, on occasion, taken a backseat to the basic necessities. One quote that sticks out from my Journal includes the eloquent and insightful observation, made after 24 hours on a plane and in the heat of exhaustion:
“Coherence is for losers.”
Classic Tim. This is the quality content you’re here for.
I am definitely not a tourist.
That said, the frenetic nature of pilgrimage and the TARDIS-like detachment from the usual flow of time does have the advantage of establishing the liminal space of a pilgrimage. For the past four days I have existed outside of my own life; I’m no longer Mr Hutton, the teacher, I’m just Tim.
This raises a few scary questions: who is Tim? What is Tim without his job and his natural surroundings. I definitely have come to the realisation that, back home, I am caught up in the capitalist rat race, and don’t take enough time for being me. And it’s only Day 3. Yikes. If I spend much more time discerning and reflecting I might figure out what I want to do with my life and who knows what that might be?!
Anyway, I will start to write some more reflections on specific places and events in the next few days; I just wanted to let you know that I’m alive and things are going well.