The Collegiale’s stone-hewn staircase was in and of itself astounding, though no more so than the view offered by a portal-to-nowhere halfway up its heights (a now-sealed doorway that peered into and down upon the cathedral’s main hall below) or the sights proffered by the turret-top overlook at its summit – one panorama giving grace-full […]
Having finished our grand tour of the Collegiale – and just before parting ways and heading separately back out onto The Way, I slowly pirouetted my gaze around the entire cathedral – finally resting the same upon Samuel calmly gazing at the the cross hung on the sanctuary’s back wall – hung under a beautifully […]
It turns out that mostly-silent Samuel wanted to return to a more solitudinous saunter (I had remained with him for so long and frequently voiced a friendly banter in his direction solely because it seemed that he was in some measure of discomfort and might have been longing for the company), and we parted ways […]
I bring in my dishware to say a final thank you before heading back to The Path, and pause involuntarily in amazement upon noticing a humongous basket of fresh bread along the restaurant’s back wall– realizing as I do so that it is often necessary to remain completely silent (i.e. refusing to even indirectly express […]
“Were the Earth as smooth as a ball bearing, it might be beautiful seen from another planet, as the rings of Saturn are. And yet here we live and move on a far different sphere; wandering down the banks of a winding creek, riding an undulating railway through a mountain pass, strolling along a trail […]
I flowed onward through the sunny day towards the township of Mourelot, with spirits high and steps light, and soon saw a highly sympathetic sign for a small donativo hostel (L’Ancre) on the near outskirts of town. I wasn’t even thirsty at the time, and yet decided to stop regardless. After all, this Walk was […]
I thereafter flowed quite easily up into and through the town of Castelnau sur l’Auvignon and then onward to the warm and more than charming pathside Chapel de St. Germaine – where I stopped to rest for a bit, to light a candle of gratitude for all who came before and all who would arrive […]
After I left the chapel and headed back out onto The Road, I soon passed a fully renovated (and obviously now privately-owned) church that had me pausing to wonder about the deeper nature of wealth & poverty … “I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach us at school. They don’t teach […]
Today had been one of the very few days where I had established a specific goal before setting out – in its case making it to the town of Condom by 2pm in order to hopefully meet back up with Mike & Cindy for the final time before they were flowed fully out of reach […]
I headed into Condom’s glorious vaulted cathedral thereafter – soaking up its high-paneled Peace and offering up my standard prayers of Gratitude mixed with the usual affirmations of selfless resolve … “Are you surprised by my candor when I speak of the Universal Divine? Indeed in a world that has repeatedly attempted to destroy the […]
I left the cathedral fully refreshed and headed back towards the original edge of town to Le Champ d’Etoiles (The Field of Stars) – a famous Camino hostel and my refuge for the night. This lovely waystation was warm and warmly run by Jean Marc & Veronique; the father and step-mother of fellow pilgrim Remi […]
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