It was shortly thereafter that I met Aron (from Germany) and Lisa (from Zimbabwe) and an immediately fast Friendship began the very instant they sincerely asked about (and then wholeheartedly listened to the sharing of) the nature of my Walk. And share with me they did as well – about the BIG LOVE that imbues […]
And then it was that I arrived at the outskirts of Santiago – my Walk’s third primary destination* (after Le Puy in central France & St Jean Pied du Port near the French/Spanish border); the next End to my latest beginning, and the newest Beginning to this latest End … “If you simultaneously refuse to […]
“I had always believed that we leave a bit of us behind wherever we went, and I just as ardently believe that we take a bit of every place with us whenever we move along. And I never felt that truth more than while walking a pilgrimage – whether it was across the plains of […]
And then it was that we three made it quite easily to the top of Mt. Gozo, where we sat under the shade of a beautiful tree on that glorious Santiago-overlooking promontory, and hung out like decades-old friends while sipping cold beers and sharing vegan leftovers that the meal Aron had cooked up the night […]
Thereafter, Aron & Lisa & I slowly made our way down the short path to the Mount Gozo hostel where they would be staying that night – with each of us seemingly trying to oh-so-subtly prolong our Friendship by just as gently delaying the parting of our ways. And yet check in to their hostel […]
And so onward I walked, smoothly down the mountain and into the valley below, where I entered Santiago without incident, and soon saw that for which so many come looking … “The wise treat every step of any journey as its final Destination, and yet know to humbly honor arriving at that journey’s ultimate Destination […]
If animals are awake enough to deserve air conditioners on their transport trucks, then they are also awake enough to never be put into transport trucks … “My own view is that our planet is being used as a penal colony, a lunatic asylum, and a dumping ground by a superior alien civilization; a place […]
Santiago’s Church of San Lazio was closed when I passed by, and yet the nearby Capilla de Animas was not. As usual, I entered the latter reverently and was overcome by emotion inside – feeling such an immense wave of Gratitude simultaneously well up and wash over me, after coming such a very long way […]
This was & remains one of my all-time favorite Gardens – for its objective lushness & multi-hued beauty, yes, but also for what it symbolizes for me: the ever-open gateway between Life’s greatest Purpose and our own bold walking thereof … “Life’s gift is yours and has been given to you fully. The only question […]
Emotions of reverent gratitude & humble wonderment continued to bubble up and resurface as I walked slowly toward the Santiago Square. Could this be the very same bagpipe player who greeted me at this same location those 10+ years ago? He looks exactly the same, no doubt, and yet far more importantly – my feelings […]
And after a time of sitting in smiling silence, I stood – almost with a shrug – and proceeded towards destinations onward. After all, Santiago was not even close to my ultimate intended port of summons, and I had many more miles to tread … But before the same could be covered, there needed to […]
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