At Pilgrim Lost, we believe that life is a pilgrimage and all people are fellow pilgrims. But amongst we pilgrims, what is our common story? In today’s very timely blog, Tony walks us through how it is possible to move beyond offense even when encountering vast differences in a fellow pilgrim’s faith and politics to embrace a common story and a higher value.
In today’s blog, Kari shares a simple and helpful metaphor for the deconstruction of faith as well as the one book that profoundly influenced her as she started her own deconstruction journey.
In today’s blog Tony reflects on the familiar and anxiety-inducing feeling of being thrown off the well-worn path. More importantly, he invites us to consider what might be the unexpected gifts we encounter in the midst of being lost.
On the first podcast of season two, I shared with you all about the loss of my father in August. I’ll be honest, it was hard to be so vulnerable; so raw. His death, combined with everything going on in my city, the country, and the world is so so heavy. I feel it in the very core of me.
We are grieving a lot of things these days and as Tony mentioned on the podcast, we in the western world not only do not know how to deal with grief, we purposefully run from it…
On last week's podcast, Kari blessed me and I hope you with her present progressive grief.
I, like so many of us, have experienced loss and watched/shared heart-rending sorrow many times in my almost fifty years.
However, unlike most, I once wrote a book about loss and God. I have also been asked to be the curate/cleric of several memorial services for those who died tragically and far, far too young…
As Pilgrim Lost finishes up our Season One, we want to take a moment to say a huge thank you to you, our listeners. We so appreciate you walking with us this past year and are always so excited (really we are!) to hear your stories and messages of how our conversations are inspiring or impacting you…
On last week’s podcast ‘Observe the Jellyfish,’ Tony and I talked about some principles for re-entry as we all navigate easing back into the world after the strict quarantine of the past four months.
Today, I want to focus a bit more on the principle that I referenced from the book ‘Art and Fear’ by David Bayles and Ted Orland that Tony named ’50 Pounds of Clay.’ I’ll share the story again here; this time directly from the book….
This past week, Kari and I spoke to Wm. Paul Young, author of the international bestseller, The Shack. If you have not yet had a chance to listen please do yourself a favor and wrap yourself in our conversation with Paul. Your soul will be fed and your life just might be changed. It is called, “Living Inside the Grace of One Day.” One of the most tender moments Paul shared was about one of his great failings and the process of forgiveness and reconciliation.
Seven years ago today my sister and I walked into the Plaza de Obradorio after finishing our 500-mile journey on the Camino de Santiago. When I realized that today was the seven year anniversary of that day, I decided to read an excerpt from the ending of my book…
Here at Pilgrim Lost, we like to say we are “inspired by the Camino de Santiago, but focused on life in the everyday.”
I will never forget the halfway point when I walked across Spain. It is marked by an ancient gate like something out of Greek mythology. Our co-pilgrims of generations past seemed to know that this moment needed memorializing.
Are you comfortable in your body? In this month of movement for Pilgrim Lost, Kari reflects on how ageing and chronic pain have forced her to re-evaluate how she views her body and her journey towards making peace with it.
Check out Tony’s latest blog on something we can all identify with - the folly of comparison. He shares how we can move away from this folly into mutuality and he does it in less than 50 words… almost…
On Day 5 of the 100 Day Project I sit down to illustrate ‘wait’ and I am confronted by all those fears. So much of my existence I feel I am waiting to find that thing that will finally make me the artist, the friend, the daughter, the girlfriend that will be … good enough. I have been fighting those voices a lot lately. They have been exacerbated and magnified by this quarantine. This time of slowing… this time of sitting with... this time of waiting.
You would think that meditation would be easier when you are stuck at home all day, abandoned by most all one’s usual daily activities: commuting to work, going to the gym, visiting with friends at a local restaurant… a leisurely trip to the mall. A void has been left in their place. These days, it seems even harder to pick up a book, sit in silence… or pray. I don’t know why that is. Do you?
“May I have the courage to believe that everything I do matters.” On today’s blog, Kari ruminates on the image and words of one of the prayers from writer Justin McRoberts and artist Scott Erickson’s book Prayer: 40 Days of Practice. What would change if we actually believed this to be true…
On our last podcast, Kari and I were joined by Tom Stutzman, in an episode titled “Embracing the Minotaur.”
Tom opened up his life tenderly for all to hear and shared his journey both across Spain and into the fragile places inside.
One story that Tom shared was about walking the Camino de Santiago and how his trip got derailed by circumstances he could not have predicted or avoided.
Listening to those words reminded me of the fragility of any journey.
In our latest episode, Tony and I discussed the ‘dangerous dance’ of community. As I’ve been contemplating our conversation this past week, I reflect back on the places that have surprised me with the unexpected treasure of authentic community…
On a recent podcast, Kari and I discussed the essence of being kind. The conversation was inspired by an encounter I had with a monger of Sasquatch lore during a walk about Portland.
Since the pod’s publication, there has been a steady stream of comments and side conversations with fellow lost-pilgrims about the distinction between being “nice” and being “kind.”
Some themes have surfaced.
When did I lose my need for speed?
My boys want me to take them snowboarding. You know: the mountain, the adrenaline... the velocity.
For some reason, I find myself wishing I would spend the day on the lake instead, paddling my twelve foot kayak... never surpassing the pace of a brisk walk. When did I lose my need for speed?
It’s Christmas Eve.
Most of us are ready for the holidays- gifts are wrapped, the turkey is defrosting and you may have even poured yourself some boozy eggnog and are sitting down by the Christmas tree, taking in the beauty of the twinkling lights in the deepening twilight. It’s here and in those precious few days left before the ball drops that we begin reflecting on the last year and pondering our possible intentions for the next.
