“What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”-Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

“Carrying everything except what you needed”

I become silent

inside a cave

looking at a “cairn of broken stones”

sitting under a weeping willow tree

I listen

to an explorer tells her story

“how to build herself”

“that food is not a big issue”

I try to visualize

how she subsisted

on “witchetty grubs seared in sand”

I believe her

chasing an epiphany

is reason enough to endure.

Note: I read with interest stories of 2 remarkable women: Theresa Forcades, a physician who becomes a Benedictine nun, and Sarah Marquis, a Swiss modern-day explorer, who walked 10,000 miles in three years. Both of them experienced different epiphanies that transformed their lives.