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The Invisible Pilgrimage Began.

I left at 5:04 yesterday morning.  This is a journey of prayer, fasting, and an openness to the unexpected.  For me, prayer is including Liturgy of the Hours (readings/prayer at 6, 9, 12, 3, 6, and 9pm.)  There is an app called the Laudate that is free and will provide the readings for you.  My fasting is eating vegan/raw foods with exception to the Thanksgiving feast I plan on enjoying with my family.  I am still drinking coffee, but thinking this might eventually need to go as well.  As most pilgrimages require some type of physical endurance, I am also exercising at least 30 minutes/day.

In my "backpack" -- the Liturgy of the Hours, The Inner Voice of Love by Henri Nouwen.  Other books on prayer, fasting, and saints. 

The destination is December 17 (that's 49 days from now).  This will enter into Advent and preparation to meet the Baby Jesus.

A report from day 1:  I was cranky and short with everyone around me.  Not exactly a great way to start, but it is what it is.  I sought some peace and quiet and instead found constant interruption.  I am being challenged by my own control issues -- I want change, and by golly, I am going to force change my way.  There is a gentle spirit calling me to let go.  To pray in order for God to mold me into his will rather than me telling God how to shape me. 

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