Since our ancestors walked out of Africa to the far reaches of the planet, walking has been a part of our spiritual and artistic life. Yet what's left out of most vision quest narratives is the arduous trek from village to a place in the wilderness that echoes the numinous voice of the people.
Dakota Sioux scholar
Vine Deloria, Jr. tells of how the earth holds in perpetuity the
signs of a sacred site. "An important hallmark of the Indian
experience with space, then, may be its material imprint on the earth
marking the occasion."
While he walked
to Damascus, a vision of a living Christ stunned Saul of Tarsus.
Taneda Santōka walked
the roads of Japan, usually drunk, always writing haiku.
persons riding surfboards are lifted by the ocean's high curling
waves. I wonder why
We ride horses, camels, mules...On a cloudy morning in a Southern California town motorized vehicles carry people over the damp streets. Where I walk rise the cloud-shrouded mountains whose painted rocks shamans could decipher, because they knew, "Mountains' walking is just like human walking."