True myths, ancient and modern, stop time because they emerge from somewhere beyond time.

In each of us dwells a pilgrim. It is the part of us that longs to have direct contact with the sacred.

Pilgrimage means being alert to the times when all that's needed is a trip to a remote place to simply lose yourself, and to the times when what's needed is a journey to a sacred place, in all its glorious and fearsome masks, to find yourself.

Who knows why some words ignite the hearts of some readers while others are like wet matches that won't light.

What is sacred is what is worthy of our reverence, what evokes awe and wonder in the human heart, and what, when contemplated, transforms us utterly.

We travel as seekers after answers we cannot find at home, and soon find that a change of climate is easier than a change of heart.

The journey of the hero is about the courage to seek the depths; the image of creative rebirth; the eternal cycle of change within us; the uncanny discovery that the seeker is the mystery which the seeker seeks to know. The hero journey is a symbol that binds, in the original sense of the word, two distant ideas, the spiritual quest of the ancients with the modern search for identity, “always the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find.