Thereafter, Aron & Lisa & I slowly made our way down the short path to the Mount Gozo hostel where they would be staying that night – with each of us seemingly trying to oh-so-subtly prolong our Friendship by just as gently delaying the parting of our ways. And yet check in to their hostel […]
And so onward I walked, smoothly down the mountain and into the valley below, where I entered Santiago without incident, and soon saw that for which so many come looking … “The wise treat every step of any journey as its final Destination, and yet know to humbly honor arriving at that journey’s ultimate Destination […]
If animals are awake enough to deserve air conditioners on their transport trucks, then they are also awake enough to never be put into transport trucks … “My own view is that our planet is being used as a penal colony, a lunatic asylum, and a dumping ground by a superior alien civilization; a place […]
Santiago’s Church of San Lazio was closed when I passed by, and yet the nearby Capilla de Animas was not. As usual, I entered the latter reverently and was overcome by emotion inside – feeling such an immense wave of Gratitude simultaneously well up and wash over me, after coming such a very long way […]
This was & remains one of my all-time favorite Gardens – for its objective lushness & multi-hued beauty, yes, but also for what it symbolizes for me: the ever-open gateway between Life’s greatest Purpose and our own bold walking thereof … “Life’s gift is yours and has been given to you fully. The only question […]
Emotions of reverent gratitude & humble wonderment continued to bubble up and resurface as I walked slowly toward the Santiago Square. Could this be the very same bagpipe player who greeted me at this same location those 10+ years ago? He looks exactly the same, no doubt, and yet far more importantly – my feelings […]
And after a time of sitting in smiling silence, I stood – almost with a shrug – and proceeded towards destinations onward. After all, Santiago was not even close to my ultimate intended port of summons, and I had many more miles to tread … But before the same could be covered, there needed to […]
Despite my intense desires to get back out onto The Road (I was, after all, ever so close to one of my Walk’s primary objectives – the coast of Spain), Sybille had invited me to stay an extra day and help her out with a few things, and it was an extremely easy decision to […]
Sybille woke thereafter and it was soon time for me to accompany her to the Iglesia de Santa Susana, where she organized (and sometimes led) the regular English-languages services there for Santiago’s Anglican Church community. Upon arriving, Sybille unlocked the doors and then asked me to sweep the church’s dusty floor while she got everything […]
We returned to Sybille’s place after the service concluded and it was then time for me to head to Santiago’s Cathedral to smoothly & wholeheartedly carry out several tasks promised: among them placing the stone that Alain & Celine had given me back in St. Privat to place on the cathedral wall** for their ill […]
And so it was that I said my final promised prayers* at a solitudinous corner of the Cathedral’s outer wall (pictured), and headed back to Sybille’s for an afternoon/evening of wall&window-cleaning in Sybille’s kitchen, some warm fellowship with Sybille herself, and a sincere shout-out to all my world’s Friends & Family online – summoning them […]
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