Jean Marc is well met in town and fluidly fulfills his wonderful offer of lodging and sustenance. Dinner – a mostly vegan buffet; 100% vegan for me, of course – proved to be the finest meal I shared on my entire Walk, and the accommodations at the local Gite National – despite being somewhat drab […]
I slept wonderfully the previous night (though I apparently did snore quite loudly – the first time the same had been mentioned to me on any of my pilgrimages) and woke feeling fully refreshed. Enjoyed a warm-up shower and some orange juice that a previous pilgrim had left behind, and then headed with Jean Marc […]
Jean Marc and I paused outside Navarrenx’s city walls – quite near to this quite remarkable sculpture – to chat a bit and to eat our bread together before the day’s walk commenced … “To truly live is to understand that without the journey the destination is nothing more than a task rigorously completed rather […]
Jean Marc was ready to head out while I was still ensconced in the beauty of the place, so once again we smoothly parted ways — as often proves to be the case for any group or pairing of pilgrims who has given themselves deeply to the scintillating & ever-changing summons of The Way … […]
And so it was that I remained for more than awhile on that particular bench; fully at Peace with it all – slowly relishing every bite of my uber-fresh multi-grain bread, with a smile on my face as I watched a flight of swallows swooping gracefully under & about the bridge they called their Home […]
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat Geeta, since whose composition many years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem adolescent and trivial. I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and […]
I only just made it over the bridge when a white van pulls over in front of me and a nice young man – Shemuel – gets out and asks about my Walk. I tell him of the same and he is enthusiastically impressed, and he invites me to ride a short distance with him […]
I arrived in the town of Castetnau-Camblong and paused inside the local church. It was a lovely building, to be sure, and an aura of peace emanated from its walls, and yet it wasn’t the time for rest or reflection or a refreshment of resolve. It seemed as though the sacred was thick and warm […]
“One thing is certain: just as you must walk and create the way by your walking, so too must you Love, and recreate your life in your loving. And just as you will never find a path worth walking that is ready-made, so too will you never find a love worth loving that is comfortable […]
About an hour and half afterwards I came across “Les Jardins des Reves” (The Garden of Dreams)* – lovely pathside rest-stop – and decided to stop in for some water and maybe to sit a bit in the shade. No other pilgrims were present at the time, and I was blessed to know more than […]
“It is a simple and inarguable Truth that we all have but one life to live, and that as such our life story – whether retold or directly witnessed – should inspire others, just as the journey should inspire you … And it is this greater Clarity that repositions your mindset and inspires you to […]
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