Author Archives: Songlines Pilgrim

Sojourns with Sorrow: Grief as Guide and Comforter

When we lose someone we love, a part of us just wants to be relieved of the suffering, and we naturally think of our grief as something that must be endured or as a necessary stage to pass through or to … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Shedding the Self, or, ‘Who is it that carries this corpse around?’

I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent … Continue reading

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Note to Self: Your ‘Comfort Zone’ Is Looking Entirely Too Comfortable

“Years ago, when I first mentally mapped out what it would mean to free solo Freerider, there were half a dozen of pitches where I was like, ‘Oh that’s a scary move and that’s a really scary sequence, and that … Continue reading

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The Calm Amidst the Storm: A Note from Melville On Surviving Ourselves

“It may seem strange that of all men sailors should be tinkering at their last wills and testaments, but there are no people in the world more fond of that diversion. This was the fourth time in my nautical life … Continue reading

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Impressions of Manchester and the Songs of the Street, or, ‘Keep Calm and Busk On’

The news out of Manchester really got to me. Having dealt with loss in my personal life of late, I suppose I’m especially raw right now, but, upon reading the news yesterday morning, I found my eyes watering up and … Continue reading

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Doing Our Bewildered Best: Dispatches from the Pilgrim’s Path to Notoriety

“Bewilderment” There are many guises for intelligence. One part of you is gliding in a high windstream, while your more ordinary notions take little steps and peck at the ground. Conventional knowledge is death to our souls, and it is … Continue reading

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Making the Most of the Time Together: A Mother’s Day in Remembrance

“Wanderer’s Song” The thread in the hand of a kind mother Is the coat on the wanderer’s back. Before he left she stitched it close In secret fear that he would be slow to return. Who will say that the … Continue reading

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