A Pilgrimage in 50 Parts

My goodwill is itself
The height of my victory,
Even if I cannot or do not
See any satisfactory result from it.”

–Sri Chinmoy, Flower-Flames, Part 2

York is a wizened little city, halfway from London to Edinburgh. Tourists come by their busload between the two, alighting for a day here, taking high tea, snapping group portraits against medieval backdrops. It’s a place that asks little and gives much, like one of those lone benign family members who’s glad when you drop by, and always has som...