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The medieval pilgrimage routes, in which Christians walked from church to church to commune with the innards of saints, are the beginnings of the modern tourism industry.
Each and every one of us has one obligation, during the bewildered days of our pilgrimage here: the saving of his own soul, and secondarily and incidentally thereby affecting for good such other souls as come under our influence.
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.
Travel on your sacred-path.
Within my body are all the sacred places of the world, and the most profound pilgrimage I can ever make is within my own body.
Religion points to that area of human experience where in one way or another man comes upon mystery as a summons to pilgrimage.
All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms
To go upon the Franciscans Hackney (i.e. on foot).
Make your sacred-life an eventful journey.
Pilgrims travel to Jerusalem to see the Holy Land, and the foundations of their faith. People go to Washington, D.C. to see the workings of government, and the foundation of our country. And fans flock to Nashville to see the foundation of country music, the Grand Ole Opry.
Saints and mystics, revelations, origin myths, and heroes' journeys, as well as ethical and spiritual guidelines, speak to us from ancient times and far-flung lands and peoples.
We need to walk to know sacred places, those around us and those within. We need to walk to remember the songs.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
If you think of all the enduring stories in the world, they're of journeys. Whether it's 'Don Quixote' or 'Ulysses,' there's always this sense of a quest - of a person going away to be tested, and coming back.
Life is a pilgrimage. Each moment is to be lived in depth, because each moment contains God, hidden within it.
What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
As I see the world, there's one element that's even more corrosive than missionaries: tourists. It's not that I feel above them in any way, but that the very places they patronize are destroyed by their affection.
Purging trial, fidelities through storm, perseverance through mediocrities, and pursuit of Divine destiny through the allurements of earth.
Our journey of discipleship is not a dash around the track, nor is it fully comparable to a lengthy marathon. In truth, it is a lifelong migration toward a more celestial world.
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
Faith is a journey
[Attending the Sun Dance] There was a smattering of tourists, both serious and recreational. Professors of anthropology and ethnology. Writers of fact and other fiction. A family from Wisconsin pausing on their long, sacred pilgrimage to The Land of Disney.
They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.
People should have freedom in their pilgrimages and tours. They should come and visit historical monuments and sites - let's say the sites around Iran - where they can easily engage in wide- scale contacts with others.
Every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us.
We take people to the threshold of religion. Our aim is to induce immediate experience that is beyond the odd, beyond the strange, and beyond the weird. It verges on the wholly other.
My keen love of travel was seldom hindered by Father. He permitted me, even as a mere boy, to visit many cities and pilgrimage spots.
walks into a church, a temple
Every sacred travel transforms the soul.
Life is a sacred enduring journey.
We are traveling on with our staff in hand ... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land.
The spiritual quest is a journey without distance. You travel from where you are right now To where you have always been. From ignorance to recognition ...
Theology must have the character of a living procession.
A spiritual pilgrim needs to discern when his or her life is stunted in an old field and find the courage and determination to go to a "new land" that the Lord will show. (Abraham-Journey) ... so that you can find the wholeness you seek.
I am simply a pilgrim beginning the last leg of his pilgrimage on this earth,
Hours are golden links, God's token
Reaching heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.
As pilgrims we effectively slip into the role of our spiritual ancestress and run back and forth between the hills seven times. This symbolises our own quest in this world for whatever we are seeking and God's Mercy which fulfils our quest even beyond our expectations.
The surprises, liberations, and clarifications of travel can sometimes be garnered by going around the block as well as going around the world, and walking travels both near and far.
Every great journey stimulates great faith and great joy.
Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked; Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind.
We are journeying externally from country to country. We are traveling in historical time, from the present to the distant past. We are traveling inwardly as well, through the music of meditation.
The greatest travelers have not gone beyond the limits of their own world; they have trodden the paths of their own souls, of good and evil, of morality and redemption.
Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other ... I was looking for you.
At the summit, there are statues illustrating pilgrims from the past. Often there is an Englishman here; he spends his summers helping pilgrims. He sells cans of soft drinks and gives away tea; he also has some basic medical supplies to help pilgrims suffering from blisters. The
We wonder with our thoughts to our sacred-destination
I am a member of the Kiowa Gourd Dance Society; I visit sacred places such as Devil's Tower and the Medicine Wheel. These places are important to me, because they've been made sacred by sacrifice, by the investment of blood and experience and story.
Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint, Each lost day has its patron saint!
Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.
We dare travel to the sacred land.
To be a good traveler argues one no ordinary philosopher. A sweet landscape must sometimes be allowed to atone for an indifferent supper, and an interesting ruin charm away the remembrance of a hard bed.
Explore the depth of the sacred world.
Errands of mercy
errands of sin
did you ever think where all the thousands of people you daily meet are bound?
Some journeys take you farther from where you come from, but closer to where you belong.
People haunted by the purposelessness of their lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunities for both.
Life is a pilgrimage of learning, a voyage of discovery, in which our mistaken views are corrected, our distorted notions adjusted, our shallow opinions deepened and some of our vast ignorances diminished.
Any biographer must of necessity become a pilgrim a peripatetic, obsessed literary pilgrim, a traveler with four eyes.
Sacred solitude; reading, wondering and writing.
We are all pilgrims on an elusive and endless road ... Despite our attempts to build lives on stone foundations, our spirits continuously flow. Endless streams of consciousness ripple through our minds.
Since once again, O Lord, in the steppes of Asia, I have no bread, no wine, no altar, I will raise myself above those symbols to the pure majesty of reality, and I will offer to you, I, your priest, upon the altar of the entire earth, the labor and the suffering of the world.
Faith is the road, but communion with Jesus is the well from which the pilgrim drinks.
Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
Of journeying the benefits are many: the freshness it bringeth to the heart, the seeing and hearing of marvelous things, the delight of beholding new cities, the meeting of unknown friends, and the learning of high manners.
The most barbarous and the most fantastic rites and the strangest myths translate some human need, some aspect of life, either individual or social.
Walking on the path I met my Master, known by a million names in different cultures and places yet people have forgotten the way to HIM.
The people setting out on these walks weren't seeking to conquer peaks or test themselves against maps and miles. They were looking for a mystical communion with the land; they walked backwards in time to an imagined past suffused with magical, native glamour:
Faith ventures and hazards ... counting the costs and delighting in the sacrifice.
We are all pilgrims in search of the unknown.
We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known
We take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
The way we experience the pilgrimage is a reflection of our inner state,' the imam said. 'To some of us it will be a strenuous trial, whereas to others every step of the way is a joy, despite the privations and discomfort.
Rather than walk about holy places we can thus pause in our thoughts, examine our heart, and visit the wheel promised land.
The pathway traced with blood and tears,
and dust of all our father's dead,
Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red,
Fade to the mist of nameless years.
("The Testimony of the Suns")
There are ways to stimulate being prolific, and part of that is making pilgrimages, and being open to listening, changing up the routine.
This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.
In every religion I can think of, there exists some variation on the theme of abandoning the settled life and walking one's way to godliness. The Hindu sadhu, the pilgrims of Compostela walking past their sins, the circumambulators of the Buddhist kora, the haj.
Desert lore. Scripture in the wasteland. The resonance of lonely places.
May you walk on sacred-path.
A noble journey through the travails of time calls for a person to disregard conventional social, cultural, and moral contexts and strive to cleave a personal meaning that guides their existence.
We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.
It is a grave misconception to regard the mystical progress as passing mostly through ecstasies and raptures. On the contrary, it passes just as much through broken hearts and bruised emotions, through painful sacrifices and melancholy renunciations.
Contact with the sacred occurs in the stillness of the heart and mind. If there is any real destination to the spiritual quest, it is this point of silence, the middle of the spiral, the center of the self ... The only map that does the spiritual traveler any good is one that leads to the center.
When we travel with a sense of mission, we attract events, people and opportunities toward us.
Give my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
We travel to see beauty of souls in new landscapes.
Every sacred soul must walk and keep the way of God in the wilderness for years, to begin the sacred writings.
Courage you have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims together, wending through unknown country, home.
Face the hard questions that life requires you to ask. Gather with other travelers on the narrow road, pilgrims who acknowledge their confusion and feel their fears. Then, together, live those questions in My Presence.
The journey is part of the experience - an expression of the seriousness of one's intent. One doesn't take the A train to Mecca.
Every tradition grows continually more venerable, and the more remote its origins, the more this is lost sight of. The veneration paid the tradition accumulates from generation to generation, until it at last becomes holy and excites awe.
SAUNTERING, which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre," to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer," a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander.
Disabused of our illusions by much travel and travail, we awaken one day to find that the sacred center is here and now - in every moment of the journey, everywhere in the world around us, and deep within our own hearts.
Guides were Franciscan monks, sole custodians of the holy places after 1230, who recited the history and traditions associated with each town or monument or site of Biblical events to parties of visitors as they arrived. More
A journey deep into the Kingdom of Nature is always a mysterious journey, a Sufistic voyage, a spiritual trip!
As Bokonon says: 'peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from god.
I love, when I'm on holiday in cities, going into church and feeling that reverence and that kind of automatic respect: the sort of magic which exists in those kind of religious temples.
Professionals give advice; pilgrims share wisdom.
Now the question we must ask is ... what kind of _practices_ [theology] motivates, what kind of _gaze_ onto others, the guest, the new arrivant, it offers us to carry with us; _not_ who my neighbors are _but_ to whom I am being a neighbor.
Holy things and holy places, out of mind under the cauterizing brilliance of the summer son, reared up now as the winter sun struck from the south, casting shadows coldly upon the avenues where the people followed and went in, wearing winter hearts on their sleeves for the plucking.
Hymns are companions for life travelers.
There is a life lived on long journeys that cannot emanate within the walls of a two-week annual vacation.