The pilgrimage blues and the peeling of Self.

From the Archive.

Pilgrimage Blues. Empty church balcony at City Cloister, an intentional community at the heart of Berlin. — Photo: A. Furchert

Dear fellow pilgrim,

This morning a small layer of snow woke us here in Berlin, not enough to cover all the grey. But enough to build a very small snow man in the monastery garden. Today I offer you some “fragments” from our sabbatical pilgrimage - thanks to Chuck who reminded me of this venerable philosophical tradition.

But first I want to give thanks to each of you reading and bearing with us, for sharing our writings and program and for being with us on the way. I am particularly grateful to all who write with comments and share connections to your own thinking. It might take some time but I try to answer every one personally.

Chris for instance shared the association to the “ministry of bearing” as Bonhoeffer laid it out in his Life Together. I have been so grateful for this connection. As it offers some consolation and a framework to write about the existent…