The Long Way Round, Part 1

When I first started my pilgrimage trek/faith walk/walkabout, maintaining this blog was easy because I was alone all the time. The blog gave me something to do.

But once I arrived in Petaluma and then Sebastopol and then joined up with Daniel Suelo and the moneyless tribe in Utah, I started becoming a part of communities. And then life sorta just took over.

I had this idea that I’d give you all these ultra-detailed accounts of my journey, that it would read like a memoir or a novel or something like that. But so much time has passed, and now that I find myself with time to write about it, putting things down in that kind of detail doesn’t really interest me. And I’m realizing that if it doesn’t interest me to write it that way, it’s probably not going to interest you to read it.

So I’m going to paint broad strokes of some of the events over the past few months, and if I can go back and fill in some detail I will. Otherwise, I’ll keep going.

It’s hard for me to write about Sebastopol. About Andrew and Carina and Emmy and Lily. About Chloe their cat and Billy Bob their dog. About their chicken coop and vegetable garden. About how Carina showed me how to find and sample wild edibles, and also led me through some deep inner work using acupuncture and gazing meditation. How Andrew, a hospice doctor, took me into a couple trance states using guided imagery, so that I could finally make some solid contact with my spirit allies. About Emmy who taught me to love in a way I never thought possible, and who stood bravely at my side as we faced off against some pretty hostile spiritual forces.  About Lily, who though I only got to know her briefly, opened her arms and her heart to me, and who gave one of the best descriptions of Shabbat I’d ever heard.

I thought I was only going to stay with them for a weekend; it ended up being two months. The Wagners treated me like family; like one of their own.  They are some of the best people I’ve ever known.

It’s hard for me to write about the friends I made there: Ilana and Patrick and Naomi. How being with them made me feel like part of a wider community. The hikes we went on together, the shenanigans we got into, the tears we all shed.

It’s hard for me to write about falling in love while I was in Sebastopol.  Falling into a deep love that made it impossible to sleep sometimes. It’s hard for me to write about that love and then the terrible heartbreak that ensued. And then finding that when my heart was good and broken, a deeper, more profound love was able to finally come out.

Sebastopol haunts my dreams and calls to me still. I hope I make it back there. There may be more details to add later. Or maybe there won’t be. I don’t know; God knows.

At the end of June, my friend Colleen offered to take me up to stay with her at her friend’s place in Tahoe.  So to Tahoe we went, into a little apartment just off the great lake itself. Colleen and I met in Guatemala when I was studying at a Kabbalistic school in San Marcos. Colleen had just finished a three-month course at that school, and we spent the majority of the weekend discussing the Kabbalah and freaking each other out with our various contemplations and realizations.  Colleen was also kind enough to gift me with an old laptop she no longer needed and a copy of the Bible called “The Scriptures” which contains the original Hebrew names of God used throughout the Old Testament.

My plan, as you know, had been to head up to Mt. Shasta, and then possibly Portland. The search for the Axis Mundi and all. But after much thought and contemplation, I decided to finally meet up with Daniel Suelo ( and the moneyless tribe.  I’d been in contact with Daniel for about year, after my last pilgrimage walk ended. I knew I wanted to meet up with him and the tribe, but I felt it would be better to do so during the warmer months. But I’d been following his blog ( throughout the year, wrestling with the notion of giving up money myself.

In my mind, I thought, “Okay, I’ll go to Shasta, then Portland, find the Axis Mundi, then meet up with the moneyless tribe. But I started to feel a prompting in my heart to meet with the tribe first. So with my last remaining bucks, I bought a ticket for a bus going out of Reno (Colleen drove me there) to Heber City, UT – which would put me about 20 miles away from the 2014 Rainbow Gathering of the Tribes.

That’s where the moneyless tribe would be, and where I’d meet Daniel and the gang for the first time.





4 thoughts on “The Long Way Round, Part 1

  1. Hi Daryl, Wonderful to hear from you and in particular to hear about your stay in Sebastopol with us. A well written, global account… I liked it. If you pass through our neighborhood again, PLEASE give us a jingle! Emmy, Zach and Lily (almost) are in Europe doing the Camino del Santiago pilgrimage across Spain, walking 350 miles in 27 days. Maybe your stay with us inspired them! If you are not recieving emails … only 2 so far, let me know and I’ll put you on the list. I think Zach made up the list and since you haven’t met each other, you may not be on it. How’s it going with Daniel and community? Are you going to stay put for a while or travel on to other adventures and life experiences? I was walking in Ragle park early this morning and found what I call a Strawberry tree (not sure the real name but the fruit is totally delicious. I never noticed this tree in all the years we’ve lived here! I thought of you and wanted to share it’s deletable round, red, sweet hanging globes with you. Maybe you’ve tasted them in your travels on the road. Thanks for staying in touch… more often would be preferable. Lots of love, Carina

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    • Hi Carina. Thanks for the comment. Sent you an email but not sure if you got it. That’s great to hear about Emmy, Zach, and Lily. Yes, please put me on the email list. Things are going very well with Daniel and the community. Lots of challenges, to be sure, but I feel like for now, I’m whereI’m supposed to be. The Strawberry Tree sounds awesome. Will have to try it nexttime I’m in town, which will hopefully be soon. Maybe in the spring, God willing?


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