2008 … And then the Halcyon Harmonies
This was another one of my favorite stopovers on the Camino – the stone church found at the entrance to the oft-mist-enshrouded mountain village of Ocebreiro. It was here that I entered one foggy morning, and it was here that I came to rest in the church’s small side antechamber; a room that happened to have perfect acoustics – an architectural trait of which I took full advantage with reverent chant & grateful song …
“It became an act of interconnection; a deliberate erasure of separate consciousness by means of rhythmically reverberative sound.” ~ via George Orwell
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