We go through life, most of us perhaps, content with the familiarity of habit and opinion. What can break us out of this? Who would want something truly fresh, even uncomfortable?

One does not have to physically travel to taste something foreign, new, perhaps even acerbic. Encounter, true encounter or contact, can occur with just the slightest effort of openness or possibility.

Armenia was an opportunity to connect with a Master’s environment – a teacher whom I have read and followed for several years. This was his homeland and this is a pilgrimage. Still, the expectations and the real ‘reason’ for going was open.

Now after more than two weeks there and recently landed back ‘home’ there is a question as to what ‘home’ is really… could have stayed longer is a preference, but nonetheless important.

There is a freshness something stark, an uncanny possibility, I dare not try to tame it or name it. A mountain, a people, a culture…how does this transformation or transubstantiation work again?!

So I begin…slow digestion…there is something more now…it’s always there, only now I have a place to step from, because I can’t see the space I always occupy – it’s so full with otherness and I don’t see!

Baptism with a cross of Light across centuries, bathe me and throw me out naked if need be…