Tuesday, August 31, 2004
This Time
08/31/04-2
When I stumbled upon the PCT, I was looking for something that could help me have a time of reflection during my 40th year. My search was for my 40 days in the desert. (OK, I was raised Catholic, so that's the analogy I know. It's more succinct, in that it's more widely know in the Western world that, say, Gandhi's time in South Africa.)
The PCT was roughly 150 days of hiking.
What I have now on the CDT, in the Divide Basin, is 4 days. What makes it more interesting is that the headset to my MP3 player has finally given out. I'm alone in the desert with no distractions.
What's coming up is home, and people I love. Home is a big question for me, perhaps the question of home has never been bigger at any time in my life. And it's not just the stuff of a home. It's the heart of a home.
The things and stuff of a home are a tempting and persistent distraction from finding a real home where my spirit and mind can rest, flourish, and grow. I know I can have a real home without most of the things and stuff I associate with home. I just have to find it.
Where will I live? Who will be the people around me? What form will my livelihood take?
It's getting late.
