Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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the spiritual pilgrim

It is in my flow of being alive 7:42 PM Thursday night. It was a long day for me, but it was OK. I never get bored with my life. I am very thankful for long quiet days. I often remember how horrible life was for me when I was in the work world. I am sure all those years working as a farm laborer left me a broken man. I do not believe I have recovered from being in the American Evangelical world either. I am praying constantly for divine healing.

So what did I do today? I spent several hours today reading a biography titled, "Iris Murdoch: A Life" by Peter J. Conradi. I spent a lot of time listening to music today. I wrote in my paper diary and watched the birds. I did not take a nap today. I might go to bed early tonight.

Tomorrow right now looks empty of anything special. I might go out for breakfast tomorrow morning. I have been eating today left overs. I might go to a grocery store Saturday afternoon. But there is a part of me that finds eating food distasteful.

I wanted to mention something I failed to mention this morning when I wrote. I keep on my bed stand these three books-

Holy Bible (my wife gave me this Bible as a gift before we got married/King James Version leather gold edges)

"The Art of Prayer: An Orthodox Anthology" compiled by Igumen Chariton of Valamo

"The Art of Pilgrimage: The Seeker's Guide to Making Travel Sacred" by Phil Cousineau

Sometimes when I go to bed and I can not sleep I read one of these three books. Last night I read, "The Art of Pilgrimage: The Seeker's Guide to Making Travel Sacred" by Phil Cousineau. I read this book in light of my decision to take a train trip with my friend Tim to Portland Oregon early August 2016 (our plans might change, but that is the date we settled on for the time being). To be honest the thought of traveling far away from our home scares me. Maybe I will never come back. I will die in a train wreck or something horrible will happen to my wife while I am away. When you get my age death is always breathing down your neck.

So the day went by. Carol usually calls me around 8:30 PM, so I will close to wait for her phone call.

the art of pilgrimage

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