A Narrow Path

I keep my eyes, mind, and my heart open the minute I wake up. When I step out of my apartment door going out to the open world, in my mind, I say a prayer: “Let every step I take, I take with you”. Then, I start my day’s journey.

I have ridden a camel to walk the desert. In the desert, there is no path. We rely on the  guide of a Bedouin. They know the way by heart. No map needed.

As a pilgrim, I have one thought in mind, looking for the divine where ever I go. Religion plays no role for I consider the divinity in everyone.

The question I ask is: “where did you find Jesus”?

I know it’s pretty hard to see the goodness around us when we are bombarded, literally, with news that breaks our heart. It’s not all bad news, somewhere along the line; there is the ray of good news. That’s what I focus on and the hope of peace and reconciliation.

On my pilgrimage, I consider myself worthy to have an epiphany in places I go. I have to write about it before my mind evades me about a pilgrim story  as a reminder of life’s unexplained adventure.

When I was in Cuba,  most churches were turned into a museum, concert hall or tourist attraction. For me, it is inconsequential since the essence of the divinity is still there.

A fascinating place I visited was a Muslim palace that is still well-preserved including the artwork of the Three Kings riding the camel, eyes fixed on the star guiding them, and finding what matters most to a path that changed the history.