A Pilgrimage

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My dad would have been 89 years old today. Since his death, I have often thought about how I could possibly encapsulate him and how he lived his life. Spirit stepped in (as she often does) and the word was given to me last week through a podcast that featured the writer Paulo Coelho. He spoke about life being a pilgrimage to the question “Who am I?” That was it. My father's life was a pilgrimage and his question was “How do I live a life of goodness and beauty?” 

He was a philosopher and teacher and he believed that God spoke to us through beauty. He educated men and women on everything from liturgical music to Ionic and Doric columns in architecture (information that has helped me on countless New York Times crosswords). He taught farmers’ sons in North Dakota the beauty of Gregorian Chant and brought them to Europe through his many photographs of art that he took on his own journeys. He was a pilgrim who walked with love, support, and forgiveness. He changed so many people’s lives and continues to change mine. 

I am doing my best to walk in my father’s footsteps. I am a pilgrim seeking a life that is meaningful. I seek a life that is sacred and connected to spirit. I seek to be a teacher and a student. I seek to celebrate my NOW body and life and help others do the same. I seek to redefine community and connection. I seek to help others share their stories. 

Like my dad, I believe in the transformative power of beauty and to that I add the element of movement. Movement, specifically Nia, and music are my conduits to living a life that is vibrationally alive. 

My dad’s absence is overwhelming but beautiful. His being has soaked into mine and I feel like I am continuing his pilgrimage for him. I aspire to be like him. He was kind. He was present. He was grace personified. I am blessed to have walked with him for so many years of my life and I miss him everyday. 

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