Never landing in a place but somehow feeling that the place lands on me. I am thinking of movement and memories of movement, always leaving and having to return again and again. I am thinking of wanderings from lover to lover, from glimpses of light to memories of light, away from identity to identity and back again from one kind of ignorance to another.
I am thinking of the long journeys that have taken me from one locale to another, from one country to another the journeys over waters and mountains, through deserts, through places haunted and infested, through dark places, and darkness itself. I am wondering what it has meant for me to leave home. For those graduating and entering new periods of their life this month, the journey is just beginning. In this excerpt from Radical Dharma, co-author Lama Rod Owens describes his own personal and spiritual journeys, and coming home to himself.
