To me, watching the sunrise—as well as the sunset—is a pilgrimage because I connect with that quiet, serene, calm place inside that accepts the moment for what it is. It’s that place within each of us that can feel expansive awe and wonder in the midst of a busy day or a difficult situation. It’s that part of us that knows we are bigger and more than who we think we are.
Perhaps you’d like to know about a few recent pilgrimages I’ve made. Recently, I visited a beloved friend and we hiked in a park, enjoying the splendor of Mother Nature.
We also visited a historic location and toured a church at the site. The stained glass was exquisite and the church was infused with benevolence and grace from nearly two centuries of peoples prayers and worship.
I recently took a pilgrimage to Mount Greylock in Massachusetts with my family. We drove up the wide road, stopping at the scenic Lookouts along the way, enjoying the amazing vistas along with other travelers. When we reached the summit at over 3000 feet, it was wonderful to walk over the rocky terrain and drink in the far-reaching scene, with tiny houses, lakes, trees, and other features while hawks soared overhead . In Bascom Lodge a fire was burning in the stone fireplace. We sat on the porch with refreshments, so appreciative that this precious place has been preserved for everyone to enjoy.
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