Heart and Soul: A Story of Pilgrimage
  
Larry Russell, Brooklyn, New York

When I opened my journal today, the place where I had written about this year’s pilgrimage was marked by a handful of notes written to me by my fellow pilgrims walking from the Southwest. Six weeks later, I am at home, sitting at my kitchen table and writing.  I am still on pilgrimage, and I realize I am no less in God’s hands now than when my comrades wrote those words.  I tell people here at home my story of pilgrimage, but they can only grasp part of it.  It’s a different story to listeners, who know that the hundred miles is not remarkable, nor the heat nor the hills and the lack of sleep.  Those are conditions that prepare us for something more—that moment when our hearts break and we see our lives and those we love as though for the first time. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me begin at the beginning.  


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