Riding Rhythm– At West End Gallery
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
—Martin Buber, The Legend of the Baal-Shem (1955)
I’ve been thinking about the line above from Martin Buber, about how we often don’t recognize the reason for or the purpose behind what we seek. I think that is why we are so often somewhat disappointed when we reach the end of any journey, attain a long-sought goal, or reach an endpoint of any kind.
There often seems to be a feeling of being letdown after reaching our destination. Maybe we expect too much. Maybe we think there will be a noticeable transformation that will alter how we and others view us or will help us deal with every day in a better way going forward. Maybe gained wisdom or insight will have been bestowed upon us.
That seldom happens.
But maybe, even though we don’t feel satisfied, we are changed. We might just not know in what form this change came or how it changed us. Maybe only time will reveal how we have been changed. And maybe then we still won’t recognize it as it might be subtle and gentle.
Bear with me here. Just thinking this morning, wondering to what secret destination I am headed.
Hmm. Here’s a song in that vein that I’ve shared a couple of times over the years, I’m On My Way, from a favorite of mine, Rhiannon Giddens.
Good travels to you all.
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