Mentally, I returned with a mixed bag of St. John souvenirs. Most are them are happy, unforgettable, illuminating … but a teeny tiny one is sad. I’ve been building up this pilgrimage, and now that it’s complete, it’s left me a little adrift, so to speak. I’m no shrink, but I’m guessing it has to … More St. John Souvenirs
Last week I took a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. I went to find a part of Sue, leave a part of Sue, and gain direction in life after Sue. I went to find paradise. It gave me poetry. Turns out the island’s namesake was able to put my journey into words much … More Paradise and Poetry
“A journey to a place which is considered special and which you visit to show your respect.”—Cambridge Dictionaries Online And thus my husband, daughter, and I embark on a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. Obviously, it’s gorgeous. But why is it so special to us?