“Nowadays, to be on the road is to be home.”
St Columba
St Columba
Over the long, hot summer of 2018 I spent ten weeks on the road, visiting sacred places and public houses.
Originally intended to be a hitch-hiking pilgrimage around all of Britain, somewhere along the way
it transformed into a hitch-hiking pilgrimage from Avebury to Iona and back.
I spent five months last year writing it up, but became a bit stuck.
Just about to start writing again, but rewinding to the beginning.
Cheers,
Stephen
February 2020
UPDATE
7th March 2020
I have now officially begun writing Sweaty Pilgrim v 2.0.
For a sneaky preview, here's a link to the first draft of the first chapter:
https://www.pigandink.com/eve-of-pilgrimage.html
Hoping to have the first draft of the whole geschmoodle ready by mid-July. Which means bum on seat! Day after day. Wish me bum-sticking power infused with daily creative inspiration...
7th March 2020
I have now officially begun writing Sweaty Pilgrim v 2.0.
For a sneaky preview, here's a link to the first draft of the first chapter:
https://www.pigandink.com/eve-of-pilgrimage.html
Hoping to have the first draft of the whole geschmoodle ready by mid-July. Which means bum on seat! Day after day. Wish me bum-sticking power infused with daily creative inspiration...
Pilgrim’s progress
Just put one foot
in front of the other
leave all fancy
(angelic-apparition / beatific-vision / instant-enlightenment)
plans behind
And pray daily
that sore twinge
on the bottom of your big toe
doesn’t slip and slide into a blister
Trust the path before you
and if you believe in God
trust God
otherwise
just trust your legs
Trust the path
trust your knees
trust your feet
trust your toes
No fancy pants
no fancy plans
just one pilgrim foot
in front
of the other pilgrim foot
and then that foot in front of the other
And when you ease into your wayfarer’s bed
at the end of another well-trod day
invite your aching salty smelly body
to softly open its pilgrim belly
and to the rafters raise
exhausted hymns of gratitude
and silent songs of praise
Just put one foot
in front of the other
leave all fancy
(angelic-apparition / beatific-vision / instant-enlightenment)
plans behind
And pray daily
that sore twinge
on the bottom of your big toe
doesn’t slip and slide into a blister
Trust the path before you
and if you believe in God
trust God
otherwise
just trust your legs
Trust the path
trust your knees
trust your feet
trust your toes
No fancy pants
no fancy plans
just one pilgrim foot
in front
of the other pilgrim foot
and then that foot in front of the other
And when you ease into your wayfarer’s bed
at the end of another well-trod day
invite your aching salty smelly body
to softly open its pilgrim belly
and to the rafters raise
exhausted hymns of gratitude
and silent songs of praise
The Map of Possibilities and The Map of Actualities
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