And so it was that, after over 10 hours of delightfully sound sleep, I woke, showered and dressed and packed up my things, made Sybille’s Peace Stone and offered her my farewells, and then headed once more back out onto The Way – just a few short days from the coast; just a few thousand […]
And then the Sun began to slowly rise – just on the other side of the thick shroud that was that morning’s cloudcast. And then it was that I paused mid-stride to turn back to Santiago – to offer thanks for all that had been, and silently shout a resolve to continue ever onward … […]
“The Way’s silent velvet footstep filled my heart to over-filling, allowing me to discover my hidden shore of Self – sprinkled as it was with grains of cosmic time and drops from an ocean of the most secret secrets. It left in me a trail of lush green footsteps on my glowing beach of Soul, […]
“How concrete everything becomes in the world of the spirit when a mere door simultaneously offers images of anxiety, temptation, security, welcome and kindness. Indeed, if one were to give a full account of all the doors he or she has closed &/or opened (&/or all the portals one would like to re-open), one would […]
“The true pilgrim allows his body to take whatever path it wishes – to flow onward ever in harmony with both topography & happenstance. For the true pilgrim, it matters not how far one walks, nor the route one ultimately takes to that daily end. It only matters that one walks – and that one […]
“And then I passed yet another sanctuary of sunbeam and shadow, a sanctuary from which there flowed a deep pervading undulations of calm serenity and quiet stillness. And I paused there and soaked it in – the vastness contained within such a smaller space; the overarching connection embodied in a space so set apart. I […]
The Way was not marked as resiliently as it had been before arriving in Santiago, and yet its route was easy enough to decipher as I flowed along through the day – into and past a number of smaller and often-unidentified villages (were they Los Arcos and Ventosa and Ames – and then Castelo and […]
I had paused to gaze at the closed & locked doors of the town’s Capilla de San Blas when Aina called out to me and approached with a wonderful smile beaming from her face. It was a rare and treasured joy to meet up with pilgrims previously met along The Way; rare primarily because I […]
“In the space between every step, there is an entire lifetime. And this space is the difference between the path you are walking and one you have left behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it’s the legroom for the lies others will tell about you […]
And then it was that I walked on through the drizzling rain, and eventually came to the small city of Negreira. As was always the choice taken whenever I came across larger conglomerations of fellow humans, I slowed my pace intentionally here, to see if anyone might call out in curiosity or announce a particular […]
“The Path became a world whose rules I chose to live by, and I began to more deeply comprehend the moral of its map-long mazes. For the Path taught me that we often must turn our backs on goals & dreams to ever hope of truly arriving at any vestige of the same. And the […]
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