For a long time now, I have been on a path of inquiry – seeking knowledge and understanding of the nature of reality, why I’m here and what I’m here to do. This, I’ve come to understand, includes identifying what I’m passionate about and how to be of service to others. It’s making more sense to me as I get older that one of the reasons for being a soul clothed in humanity is to figure out just what defines me and develop my abilities or gifts to the best of my ability. It also means, I believe, to connect with the joy within. The joy that’s way down deep, that often eludes me as I go about my every day mundane existence.
Usually the path of inquiry leads me to books and words, whether written or spoken, or sung, for that matter. Words are like living beings and often, holding a book in my hands, just before I open it to delve in, is something akin to a spiritual experience. You see, I believe that every book I read lands in my hands for a reason. It happens to make itself known to me in a book store or from a library shelf. Or, I’m reading a blog and there’s mention of a title that resonates. It seems like destiny. So, often the prospect of opening it up and delving into what’s waiting there, is exciting. I know that there is at least one tidbit to be found in every one; a message to string together with all the others and move me forward along….my path of inquiry.
Right now I’m reading about a woman’s journey along The Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spain and right after that waiting for me is Cheryl Strand’s Wild. From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. Yes, the common theme here…books about journeying for the purpose of finding oneself. Whether it be in life or through books, part of my journey is to inquire.