During the past ten days, from Flagstaff, Arizona, through the Navajo Reservation, to small town of Monticello, Utah, the pilgrimage has brought me to lay my head at a different place every day except for one pause in the Grand Canyon.
The White Dragon Horse rode between 4,000 to 8,000 feet elevation, up and down through the magnificent canyon lands. (The steepest single day climb was 4,200 feet.) The inner journey has traversed similar heights of joy and valleys of grief. Below are some reflections.
After two month of traveling South and North, the Journey to the East finally started to head East on May 7th, Day 69 of the pilgrimage.
A pilgrimage around the globe by bicycle, in service of the ecological and spiritual awakening of our time. More information here.