|A brick pattern, more fully known by my feet|
than my eyes, marks the onset of my
morning walk to work
Too often I have neglected either adventure or home in an infatuated pursuit of the other. But perhaps the two can coexist? Perhaps they even complement one another, spurring the other on to be more fully itself and more fully appreciated. Maybe adventure strengthens home and home provides a context for adventure.
"Seeking enlightenment or the Promised Land or the way home, a man would go or be forced to go into the wilderness, measure himself against the Creation, recognize finally his true place within it, and thus be saved both from pride and from despair. Seeing himself as a tiny member of a world he cannot comprehend or master or in any final sense possess, he cannot possibly think of himself as a god. And by the same token, since he shares in, depends upon, and is graced by all of which he is a part, neither can he become a fiend; he cannot descend into the final despair of destructiveness. Returning from the wilderness, he becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors his forebears and his heritage, and gives his blessing to his successors. He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy."
From The Body and the Earth by Wendell BerryI invite you to join me as I embark on this adventure of seeking and dwelling!