“There is nothing more miserable in the world than to arrive in paradise and look like your passport photo.” Erma Bombeck
All trips, vacations, adventures, perhaps a first retreat:) include an arrival, a beginning, and perhaps for some of us–even if it’s in a foreign land, a place we’re never been before,–a mystical sense of homecoming that’s exciting, comforting, and maybe a little disconcerting. Regardless, this process of arriving, beginning, homecoming–it’s all a process. A process that can hold reflective reminders…
Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. For the poet the credo or doctrine is not the point of arrival but is, on the contrary, the point of departure for the metaphysical journey. It is okay to be an outsider, a recent arrival, new on the scene – and not just okay, but something to be thankful for… Because being an insider can so easily mean collapsing the horizons, can so easily mean accepting the presumptions of your province.
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason. Beginnings, however, can be messy. Every contrivance of man, every tool, every instrument, every utensil, every article designed for use, of each and every kind, evolved from a very simple beginnings.
We learn, grow and become compassionate and generous as much through exile as homecoming, as much through loss as gain, as much through giving things away as in receiving what we believe to be our due. The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere – in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. No one would desire not to be beautiful. When we experience the beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming.