Gazing off into the distance
One hears a plaintive call;
Osprey on the wing above,
As Autumn leaves begin to fall
Gazing off into the distance,
Gazing inward to your soul;
This is what Menucha is,
Ever-changing stillness, whole.
There is an art to Pilgrimage. It can take an outward form, as in walking a labyrinth or taking a trip; or it can be an inward form, such as reflecting inward to the depths of who you are. In the best of conditions, you can do both at the same time.
Autumn, just a month off now, begins that time of year when the movements of the Earth and her seasons best match the movements of our own spirits to tread these paths of mystical reflection. Find your place of retreat, go there, and see what lies in wait for your searching heart.
Blessings follow you, spring from you, and touch others in witness.