On the Road. Of Course.
Our evolving Turtle Island odyssey
by Steven McFadden © - 2007
After walking 3,500 miles from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and arriving somewhat south of the place native people know as the Western Gate of Turtle Island, a band of pilgrims encountered poet Gary Snyder on the last night of January, 1996. We pilgrims had been walking toward this Western Gate for eight months, so we were paying attention.
With several other pilgrims, I heard Snyder speak that night at the University of California, Santa Barbara. He said that when he considered modern man’s relationship to the earth, he felt it lacked a conscious spiritual connection. "The fire of catastrophe,” said he, “has burnt out all.”
He revealed himself that night as one the many elders we had set out to find on our prophetic quest across the back of North America. He’d sounded a steady incantation for decades on behalf of the earth, his words finally reaching our pilgrim ears at the end of our epic walk specifically in quest of sacred places and steadying voices.
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