028/499 … Sacred Sight (09/22/08)
Crosses made by previous pilgrims were a familiar site along the entire route, though this is the only time I ever saw one placed in a cow patty. Somehow, I found the symbolism of the purity “rising out of the shit” in-Sight-full … 😉
“Every sound, the music of the spheres …
Every sight, the rainbow on God’s doorstep …
Every utterance, a peaceful poem of prayer.”
~ from my Camino journal
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