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The Pilgrim’s Handbook


My metaphor for my vocation has been that of a pilgrim’s journey.  Today I was reminded that I need to walk my walk as a guide and fellow pilgrim – just walking.

I can provide water, share my food, point out the beauty spots, help others avoid obstacles, and so on, in my character as guide and healer.  But what I can’t do is push, pull, or pick up and carry other pilgrims.  If they choose to sit down in the mud and sulk, it isn’t my responsibility.  If they start throwing mud, I am allowed to move along.  If they don’t like the taste of the victuals I’ve packed or the road map I’ve sketched for our journey, they can opt out – but I don’t need to accept any of the negativity as personal, and we all carry our own bags.

I’m not Christ, to take up the burdens at the foot of the cross, or to carry others (as in the all-too-well-known ‘Footprints’).  But I can be a guide who knows the path, its way stations, dangers, and spectacular views, and open others’ eyes along the way.

Wanna join me?  You’ll stretch mental muscles, take plenty of soul pictures, and meet other anam cara companions, on this trek…and I promise, the vade mecum is coming!



Thanks to Christine over at Girl On Fire (http://www.girlonfiredance.com/) for the reminder of our role as guides/teachers/mentors/coaches, which inspired this thought today!


Summer Days Drift in a Haze ( & two old art journal pages)


I’m just finished the semester – the final exams, the marking, the bell curve, the grades, and all the rest of the red tape that goes along with being a teacher but has nothing to do with learning.  And I’ve stepped straight from the empty desk at the office to a living room floor full of suitcases and little piles of ‘stuff to pack’.  Because we’re leaving, ‘on a jet plane’, two days from now; twenty-five or twenty-six hours of travel ahead of us and an ocean to cross.    My fridge is not yet cleaned out and there’s still laundry in the bedroom and gifts to buy and documents to sort out.  My purse is a disaster and I’m not sure where my iPhone’s charge cord is. 

All of which is to say, gentle reader, friends and family and people I will learn to know, that there will be no posts for the next couple of days, ok?    I’ll be checking in with my email and my Facebook (Bard Judith) as circumstances and internet access permits, but the next bit of ‘new content will be fresh from Canada.   In the meantime:  some postdated journal entries you might enjoy browsing and responding to.   I like comments.  Really.   Even on vacation!


Paperback Heart:  If anyone knows the original author of this quote – I haven’t been able to track it down – let me know.  I enjoyed giving it a ‘hardcover’ background, and working the date in as a stamp.



Don’t You Dare:  I love the regular encouragement from bravegirlsclub, though the relentlessly cheerful colours and bird/flower themes don’t always fit my mercurial temperament.  This graphic (to the top left of centre) had a more vintage, distressed feel, which inspired the rest of the page, and fit well with the ear-worm verse from the old spiritual ‘Balm in Gilead’.