🌿 Reflection on Last Night’s Pilgrimage Circle 🌿
Last night felt less like a discussion and more like a quiet turning. Carrie invited us into a different understanding of pilgrimage. Not a dramatic journey. Not a heroic proving. Not a performance of sacrifice. But a lightening. The shift was subtle but powerful. Instead of asking, What must I give up to be better?We asked, What am I still carrying that was never mine to begin with? That question changed the energy in the room. Pilgrimage became less about striving toward something holy, and more about releasing what is heavy. Shame. Outgrown identities. Responsibilities we never consciously chose. Fear disguised as duty. Stories we’ve been faithful to… even when they no longer fit. There was something deeply embodied about it. When we were invited to feel where the burden lived in the body, you could sense the truth landing. This isn’t abstract theology. It’s in our shoulders. Our jaw. Our chest. And when the music played and we physically laid things down, it wasn’t symbolic. It was relief. What struck me most was this: Pilgrimage is not about becoming someone new. It is about remembering who we were before we began carrying what was never ours. And that changes everything. For those who were there… What did you realize you’ve been carrying? And for those who couldn’t attend… If you paused right now and asked yourself, What feels too heavy for the season I’m entering? — what comes up? 👇 I’d love to hear. Let’s keep walking this together. 🌿🌹