Despite my intense desires to get back out onto The Road (I was, after all, ever so close to one of my Walk’s primary objectives – the coast of Spain), Sybille had invited me to stay an extra day and help her out with a few things, and it was an extremely easy decision to […]
Sybille woke thereafter and it was soon time for me to accompany her to the Iglesia de Santa Susana, where she organized (and sometimes led) the regular English-languages services there for Santiago’s Anglican Church community. Upon arriving, Sybille unlocked the doors and then asked me to sweep the church’s dusty floor while she got everything […]
We returned to Sybille’s place after the service concluded and it was then time for me to head to Santiago’s Cathedral to smoothly & wholeheartedly carry out several tasks promised: among them placing the stone that Alain & Celine had given me back in St. Privat to place on the cathedral wall** for their ill […]
And so it was that I said my final promised prayers* at a solitudinous corner of the Cathedral’s outer wall (pictured), and headed back to Sybille’s for an afternoon/evening of wall&window-cleaning in Sybille’s kitchen, some warm fellowship with Sybille herself, and a sincere shout-out to all my world’s Friends & Family online – summoning them […]
And so it was that, after over 10 hours of delightfully sound sleep, I woke, showered and dressed and packed up my things, made Sybille’s Peace Stone and offered her my farewells, and then headed once more back out onto The Way – just a few short days from the coast; just a few thousand […]
And then the Sun began to slowly rise – just on the other side of the thick shroud that was that morning’s cloudcast. And then it was that I paused mid-stride to turn back to Santiago – to offer thanks for all that had been, and silently shout a resolve to continue ever onward … […]
“The Way’s silent velvet footstep filled my heart to over-filling, allowing me to discover my hidden shore of Self – sprinkled as it was with grains of cosmic time and drops from an ocean of the most secret secrets. It left in me a trail of lush green footsteps on my glowing beach of Soul, […]
“How concrete everything becomes in the world of the spirit when a mere door simultaneously offers images of anxiety, temptation, security, welcome and kindness. Indeed, if one were to give a full account of all the doors he or she has closed &/or opened (&/or all the portals one would like to re-open), one would […]
“The true pilgrim allows his body to take whatever path it wishes – to flow onward ever in harmony with both topography & happenstance. For the true pilgrim, it matters not how far one walks, nor the route one ultimately takes to that daily end. It only matters that one walks – and that one […]
“And then I passed yet another sanctuary of sunbeam and shadow, a sanctuary from which there flowed a deep pervading undulations of calm serenity and quiet stillness. And I paused there and soaked it in – the vastness contained within such a smaller space; the overarching connection embodied in a space so set apart. I […]
The Way was not marked as resiliently as it had been before arriving in Santiago, and yet its route was easy enough to decipher as I flowed along through the day – into and past a number of smaller and often-unidentified villages (were they Los Arcos and Ventosa and Ames – and then Castelo and […]
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