“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” – Matsuo Basho
In Phil Cousineau’s The Art of Pilgrimage, he tells a story about Joseph’s Campbell 1972 lecture in Chicago. After his talk, Campbell was besieged by people with questions. A woman in her early forties approached him, speaking rapidly and with great emotion, she outlined her pending trip to Greece to “find the spirit of the goddess that you spoke of tonight.” She showed him precise calculations and an incredibly detailed itinerary for the precise times to visit every major cultural attraction.
Finally, with great urgency she asked, “Do you think this is sufficient? Do you think I’ll find the spirit of the goddess?”
He took her one free hand, and with kindness and solemnity said, “Dear lady, I sincerely hope that all does not go as planned.”
For this story, and so many other fabulous observations, The Art of Pilgrimage is one of my favourite books. I’ve read it many times, but I also like to use it in that ol’ Bible-Bingo style…randomly opening it up and seeing what pops up.
Last night, after another fruitless hunt for a Vancouver apartment…I found the little story I’ve shared above; the exact story I needed to hear.
A reminder that detailed planning isn’t the only approach. Thank goodness for that. Because quite obviously…we didn’t make a plan at all.
The whole point of this shedding-ourselves-of-our-homes-and-stuff-process was to try flying by the seat of our pants. We are practising the art of remaining open and curious to what might happen next. This might, or might not(!) be our best idea yet.
I’m banking on that lovely old quote by John Burroughs, “Leap and the net will appear.”