Pilgrimage
Why do some people feel the irresistible pull of a pilgrimage? What drives them? Is it putting their endurance to the test? Is it the adventure and excitement of the unknown?
I feel no need to leave home except for visits to family, friends, and brief excursions to foreign countries. I hate to leave my little dog, Daisy Dukes! She's my tiny, yappy companion everywhere I go and I do miss her dearly. She's a 4.5 lb Teacup Chihuahua that I adopted seven years ago to keep her off the mean streets of Dayton, Ohio.
But she is a bossy old girl and the Pirate Husband isn't interested in having her aboard unless the SHTF. Only in case of a real emergency or life disaster will she ever find a place on his boat. Look at this little precious pup; who could ever be annoyed with her?
Back to pilgrimages. Maybe it was all the upheaval and moving I did in my childhood that just makes me want to put down roots and stay. My journey gene has been switched off; for now anyway. I know who I am, I'm happy in my work and in my life, I live for today, and have a hope for things to come. My home is where my family is...but my Pirate Husband is gone. Ambivalent feelings with my current life situation. How I do miss that man. But "a man's got to do what a man's got to do", he said. I understand him. He's like that. He's a man of vision....helluva vision.
"Let's go on and go if we're goin'," said Augustus McCray to Woodrow F. Call. *If you don't know these characters from "Lonesome Dove" there's no need to explain further.
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