Category Archives: Mysticism

The Inner Wanderer

An evening walk – on my way home

I listen to the wanderer within. Wise and ancient voice, known, yet unknown, always calling me beyond myself;  I’m awakened to my sense of pilgrimage, yet also to my roots and belonging.  Between these two I live and dance.

Certainties

On my way home – evening silhouettes

A Thought:

I’m not one for certainties, though I’m sure they have their place. Now that may sound a bit wishy-washy and anaemic, but they do have this tendency to shut doors and close down thought and discussion. I lean more to the side of that gracious invitation to look beyond the prisons of certainty, into the wide-open spaces of mystery and endless possibility. So, when it comes to certainties in life, I prefer to hold them in an open hand and bid them goodbye when they need to go.

Always More

Early morning in Kent

On my early morning walk. The gradual appearance of trees through the mist.

A Thought:

It’s strange how our eyes always tend to seek out the horizon. Some of the most iconic pictures we have are of people shielding their eyes and looking out towards the horizon. Perhaps it’s because deep down we know there’s always more to what we actually see and experience. Perhaps it’s because we are awakened to the truth, that behind all things, there are hidden depths of other realities waiting to be explored. There’s always something more beyond the horizons of life. The territory of the invisible is profoundly real.