“You are not on a path; you are the path. While it admittedly almost always seems otherwise, you are Higher Being. You are the path that Divinity is being allowed to walk in order to awaken as Itself, and you are ever free to act with according boldness.” ~ inspired by Dana Hutton
After a time of solitude along the day’s bright & dusty trail, I eventually walked into – and then smoothly out of – the town of Hornillos; stopping only briefly at a closed bar to admire the words of John O’Donahue painted lightly upon its veranda wall … “May all that feels unforgiven in you […]
The tiny hostel of San Bol was possibly the most amazing place I was blessed to visit/stay during my entire 2008 Camino pilgrimage, and it was one of the very small handful of places I had deeply desired to see again on this one. And on this day that wish was fulfilled, and in its […]
I was immersed in wholehearted gratitude as I walked around the San Bol grounds, and yet in truth as I peered through its shuttered windows I did find myself wishing to simply be able to – even if only for a few moments – walk inside. And no sooner did that wish pass through the […]
Without question, there are few places along the Camino – if not in the entire world – that harbor as much Beauty & Solace as the grounds of San Bol … “I have drunk fully the day and swallowed both Sun and shade. My walking, a dance of abandon and a song blanketed in rapture. […]
And thereafter, after I had filled my water bottle with the holier stuff of San Bol’s interminable (and interminably peaceful) spring and headed back out onto The Way, I almost immediately encountered Patrica & Kathleen – two septuagenarian pilgrims from Ireland, the former of whom in the process of walking her 17th Camino pilgrimage, and […]
One of the more common oddities on the Camino (in Switzerland & Spain more than in France) was the abject unreliability of “miles to go” markers erected along the route. In truth there were only a handful of times on the entire Walk when I distinctly remember being happily surprised at the accuracy of these […]
It was rare indeed to find sincerely loving Spirit within the walls of any church. Indeed, far more often than not, those same religious enclaves were home to restrictive dogmas and condemnatory accusations and bigot-written verses and conditional (ie non-loving) love. And yet here in Hontanas the opposite was blessedly true – with a significant […]
More evidence that the church in Hontanaas was indeed a truly Holy Place was found in this placard that was hung large & bold upon its northern wall – a placard that honored not only the Christianity-affiliated saints of Mother Teresa*, Desmond Tutu, Martin Luther, St. Francis of Assisi, Martin Luther King Jr, and Brother […]
I am still not sure that the same was a premonition of sorts, warning me that Hontanas was not going to be as potent a megaphone for The Way my walk was intended to share as I had originally hoped it would be, and yet it is worth noting that this particular hostel was one […]
Emma, purportedly enamored by my Message of selfless love, had invited me to not only stay overnight in her hostel but to remain for another full day in town as well – while she attempted to arrange a few places for me to offer my presentation on Re-Discovering Peace to the surrounding community. Now I […]
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