The word "pilgrim" originated in Middle English about 1200, describing a person traveling to a holy place, as penance or discharging a vow or seeking spiritual guidance.
It also came to mean a traveler, a wayfarer, from the Old French , "pilgrim, crusader; foreigner, stranger" from Late Latin , "foreigner, stranger," probably from the proto Indo-European "per" beyond, and "agro," "field," or "land."
More than you want to know, but I had to look that up to add meaning and perspective to my inspiration and art today.
Sometimes images come in the middle of the night, and I though of those pilgrims making journeys today to holy sites around the world, or anytime of the year, any religion.
One of the famous ones is at the Santuario de Chimayo in New Mexico in Holy Week--Good Friday to Easter--when thousands of the faithful walk, up to 90 miles, to worship.
Still, many make pilgrimages to their churches on days and nights like this. Many will travel and gather this year with technology, digitally or on TV. While it's not quite the same socially, it is still a pilgrimage of the spirit.
I had painted a traditional Christmas card for this day, but this took over my brushes this morning...in a year when we're all more aware than ever that we're pilgrims, of how precarious and precious life is. Here they both are.