The famous Abbey of Moissac would not allow me to enter (the entry fee was 1 Euro, and I had only none), so I headed over and into the Catholic cathedral next door – which was not only free to the public, but was all aglow with a deeply profound serenity to boot … 🙂 […]
On the way out of the church sanctuary I stopped by the welcome table that had been set up therein, and I am to this day extremely thankful I did so. For Monique, the volunteer on call that day, turned out to be a truly kindred Soul … She greeted me warmly and asked about […]
I saw Martin again as I was leaving the church and offered him some of my bread, which he politely declined – saying he was on his way to get a quick bite to eat before heading back out onto The Way. I bid him adieu at that point and walked onward, thinking that I […]
“Browns seek neutral knowledge, Blues meddle in noble causes, and Whites consider questions of truth & reason. We all enliven some of them all, of course, and yet to be truly alive is to be Green. For to be Green means to stand more than ready – completely willing to blend one’s thoughts into Nature’s […]
Martin and I flowed oh-so-smoothly into the town of Pommevic and sidled easily up and into its local Catholic church (dedicated to St. Denis, the 3rd century patron Saint of France herself), where he paused to immerse himself in its intriguing architecture and I paused to ease the overcoming weariness of both body & Soul […]
Even though the day was still blazing hot when I left the Pommevic church, I knew from Martin that it was only 4 kilometers (2.5 miles) to Espalais, where Nathalie had told me I would potentially find the donativo hostel Le Par Chemin – and find it I quite easily did! Said gite was, in […]
“It’s true that the sanctuaries we call Home must be places that makes us feel joyful, safe, and comfortable, no doubt. And yet these important feelings are actually nothing but the tip of the spiritual iceberg. For any real Home must be a place that brings with it an ineffable and overwhelming sense of Peace […]
My shoes were starting to feel the wear & tear of The Road, and I was starting to wonder – with more than a slight amount of consternation* – whether or not they were going to make it all the way to Santiago. And as such I had been asking at almost every stop over […]
After I was done taping UP the soles of my shoes – not only to repair, but also to bolster – Frederic cut some jasmine from the veranda’s over-arching trellis and made a shrine to my footwear; shoes that had already made it so far, yes, but also – unbeknownst to me at the time […]
Not only were Frederic & Muriel truly angelic hosts (with everything I saw them do – and I mean literally every single act; from the first moment of my arrival to my final wave farewell – was overtly done to bring another person(s) either more joy or more peace), but the other pilgrims who joined […]
I wake early and easily after a wonderful night’s rest in my lovely Le Par Chemin loft bed and head down (post wake-up shower) for a lovely breakfast with Frederic & Francoise & Gerard (the latter of whom are early rising pilgrims like myself, and the former of whom has taken to serving visiting pilgrims […]
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