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I’m not sure where I think writing Pilgrimagic will lead, so the idea of making a trail resonates with me. The writing of American poet Muriel Strode inspires that phrase. In her poem, Wind-wafted Wild Flowers, she wrote, “I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.”
It also echoes Spanish poet Antonio Machado’s sentiment, “Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.” Walker, there is no path; the path is made by walking.
The process of making a trail means many unpromising turns and dead ends. And often, it means going back to the start, again and again.
The start is where I spent most of September.
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