This is the text of a short reflection I gave for the first College Evensong of the new academic year. The service is sung by the students of the Imperial College Chamber Choir and took place in Holy Trinity Church, Prince Consort Road, next to the Imperial campus.
You can hear music by the Chamber Choir, including some past Evensongs on You Tube.
This new academic year has begun! Maybe for you, this is the first term of three, four, or six years of degree education– or maybe it’s the next annual cycle of this epic journey of education.
Throughout this year at College Evensong, we will be exploring the theme of pilgrimage – an intentional journey to a sacred or special place.
I know that the metaphor of ‘the journey of life’ can be overused, so I will try not to force the connections. Pilgrimage is popular. Maybe you have done a pilgrimage journey already. Or know someone who has walked the Camino to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. I remember a conversation with a student who set off from her grandmother’s house in central France and walked for several months alone to Compostela. Later in this reflection, I will share my own Camino journey.
It might be that you have friends who have been on Haj to Mecca or visited the sacred Hindu site at Varanasi in India. Or similar journeys.
I know people that have done pilgrimage-like visits to the Camp Nou Stadium, the home of Barcelona FC as well as to Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia cathedral.
And there are musical pilgrimages to places associated with composers – to hear Sibelius among the lakes and forests of Finland or to sing in Santa Croce in Florence for example. (The Imperial Chamber Choir did this on their recent summer tour). Or to visit Jim Morrison’s grave in Paris or get a selfie with friends on a certain zebra crossing on Abbey Road.
And there are pilgrimage journeys to family homes of long ago or to the communities from where migration began generations before.
The journey in search of our meanings, our special or sacred meanings is ever present and has a long tradition.
In medieval times at the height of the pilgrimage business, there was a way of accommodating those who could not do the long journey to Jerusalem, Rome, Canterbury, or Compostela. Those who could not do the long journey could walk a labyrinth laid out in the floor tiles of the local Cathedral – Chartres, in France is a famous example. Here you could do a slow winding pilgrimage walk. Journeying slowly into a center point. Perhaps arriving there at stillness, peace, or a kind of prayerful communion. And then retracing steps and returning to everyday life. (It’s a physical version of all moves into and out of prayer).
When walking a labyrinth, the landscape around us does not change in the way that it might crossing the Pyrenees and the Spanish plain on the way to Compostela. But the inner landscape changes – the ever-present inner landscape of thoughts memories, emotions, desires, and hopes. And that inner landscape is honoured walking a labyrinth just as in an epic pilgrimage journey.
Right now, we are here in South Kensington – not on the trail walking across country in an outer journey of adventurous proportions. But the journey of this time and place is epic and formative. Like the labyrinth walker, we are invited to pay attention to what arises in our inner space – to honour it and treat it as special and sacred. This includes the long uphill slogs, the days of rain and fog as well as the great vistas and clear blue skies.
I was once walking in Normandy looking for a route to the beach. I came down a footpath onto a sunken lane with high hedges. And there on a gate post was the scallop shell sign marking one of the many Camino routes across Europe heading to Compostela. So, with delight and newfound energy, I walked the Camino to Compostela in the company of thousands of others across time! After a kilometer, I turned off towards the beach, as that was our destination that day. But a little awareness of our outer and inner journeys can have a great impact.
Travel well on your own path. Find good companions for your inner and outer journeys. As the Irish blessing says ‘May the road rise up to meet you and the wind be always at your back.’