A journey makes us vulnerable, takes us from our more
secure environments and commits us to the unknown.
Perhaps this is why the journey has so often been our basic
metaphor for life itself. Our life journey is a precarious
pilgrimage, a passage through landscapes of promise and
peril, a crossing from the darkness of the womb to the
shadows of death. We travel in the hope that the light
will not fail to guide us, that the star will not be lost, that
homecoming will be granted and love not witheld.