Samain Joe and SeoAh Moon
Pilgrim. After reading Rumi’s poem (see post below) and reflecting on the idea of being a pagan, especially the baggage the word carries, I decided to replace pagan as a descriptor of my current religious locale with pilgrim.
Better anyhow. Pagan underlines my deep love of the world beyond my doorstep, especially the woods and forests, streams and lakes, mule deer and elk, fox and mountain lion and bear, blue sky and high clouds, snow storms and rain. And that remains an indelible part of my pilgrimage.
But it does not reveal the long and winding road, the inner path, the several sites and rest spots I’ve visited on the Way. This pilgrimage of mine has been lifelong. Along the way I’ve visited religions, philosophies, drugs, politics, countries, sacred sites. I’ve stopped a while with different people, women and men. My journey has been confounded by labyrinths and mazes, yet I’ve always found my way back out of them. This fool’s path will continue until the day my breath stops. And, who know? Maybe beyond?
My image for the pilgrim spirit I am is the Fool, card 0 in any tarot deck. The fool is the beginning of the journey which underlies the tarot deck as a whole. He represents new beginnings, naivete, setting out. For me, he represents beginner’s mind, the childlike (but far from childish) wonder that I hope will always be with me. My pilgrimage, now in its 70th year, began twice: the first time I learned to walk and, after polio, the second time I learned to walk.
That little guy still puts one foot forward, then the other, wanting to see what’s next. What’s beyond the curve in the road? What’s behind the mountain? What’s hidden by language? What does Judaism have to teach us? What’s the love in a young girl’s heart?
If you see me on the road, stop and let’s talk awhile.