"The Blessed Company of the Saints in Light." Sometimes I just need people. I have spent many nights alone in a tent. I'm not asking for pity when I say this. There is something really, really remarkable about traveling alone in the Wilderness. I admit that it took me some time to get used to it, but now I want it. At the same time, I find it deeply challenging. I don't sleep well in backcountry places, alone. Like Jacob, I wrestle in my sleep, waking, watching, wondering.

To journey without being changed is to be a nomad. To change without a journey is to be a chameleon. To journey and be transformed by the journey is to be a pilgrim. --Mark Nepo I’ve been a Nomad. I’ve been a Chameleon. I’ve been, sometimes, a Pilgrim. Poet Mark Nepo’s words helped me understand the difference. A Nomad is not really on a journey—she is simply wandering. Not lost, really, and maybe not aimless, but certainly she is without sustaining roots, perhaps even by c