Musing #1: Life as a Journey
I find the
metaphor of life as a journey helpful: there is a beginning and an ending, and
I am finding my way between them. It is
also helpful in understanding what living a contemplative life is about.
I don’t
think that it is just because I am getting older that life seems to be speeding
up. Childhood has been curtailed; there
is an eagerness to experience as much as possible as soon as possible; there is
the bucket list which emphasises things that need to be fitted in; there is the
constant stream of information. It seems
to me that on our journey of life we have so much to fit in that we have jumped
into a car, or maybe onto a plane, to make sure that we get everything
done. We are living life as fast as
possible so that we can cram everything in, whatever ‘everything’ is for us.
It concerns
me that we get into that car. We get
into a car with people we know – family and friends: people who think like us
and want to go to the places we want to go.
We speed past the people who are different to us – we have no time to
stop and get to know them. We are happy
and content in our car, but there’s a whole world out there that we have no
contact with. It is not often that we
stop to give someone a lift, especially someone we don’t know.
So, maybe,
contemplation is like getting out of the car and walking. Letting go of all the things I want to do and
places I want to go and putting my feet on solid ground. Taking my life one step at a time.
When I walk through life I have time to notice
the world around me, wherever I find myself.
To observe the beauty and be in touch with my surroundings. To notice my fellow pilgrims: to strike up a
conversation and connect with someone who is not like me – to hear their wisdom
and be encouraged.
When I walk
through life I notice footpaths that lead to places I had never thought of
visiting – paths that are too narrow for a car to use; places whose beauty is
hidden away from an airport or a landing strip.
I can only get to those places by walking.
And maybe
sometimes on the journey I take my shoes off and feel the ground beneath my
feet. Maybe sometimes the path gets too
rough and I step off it for a while: onto soft, springy grass or into a pool of
crystal water. Maybe I sit for a while
and watch the journey of life pass by or maybe I lie down and simply listen.
It’s ok to
slow down; it’s ok to be still. All that
we need is here in this moment. When we
can be still in this moment it opens to us and gives us everything we need.
Life is a
journey: it is not a race across the world! Can we learn to walk through it and
wake up to all that is around us to help us on our way?