Shortly thereafter I came across this lovely little wayside garden (I believe on the outskirts of the village of La Magdeleine), a garden graced with magenta & orange flowers – archetypes that combine to represent one who has been summoned to Pro-act (orange) the Highest Good (magenta) … 🙂 “And in the center of that […]
I then came to a roadway underpass and paused briefly therein – to be inspired by some graffiti that had been left for me to find*, and to offer my own greater wisdom to be found by those who might follow … “As long as Man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of other sentient […]
Shortly thereafter I passed by this lovely little pathside garden a few miles outside of St. Jean, and was reminded that we need not travel anywhere at all to find Meaning; that to live a powerful and Peace-full life we have but to do what we can to bring Peace to wherever we already are […]
And then it came to pass that I rounded the next bend in the Road and saw the portal to St. Jean Pied du Port – the same portal I had traversed some eleven years ago when I set out on my very first Camino pilgrimage, and the portal that now marked the midway point […]
It was fun, and indeed is some odd way inspiring, to enter St. Jean and walk the same way I had walked that decade+ ago – the same initial street leading into the town proper, passing the same fortress ruins that overlook the city, passing the same hostel in which I had slept those many […]
It was still too early to check into the hostel that Jean Marc had (once again) graciously offered me for that evening, and I had arrived much earlier than the vast majority of my known comrades, so it made sense to do what I usually did upon entering a new village or township, and headed […]
For those who have followed this Walk from the beginning – and for those who still remember the same, I had decided to carry three stones for almost the entirety of the Journey; one to place in the three primary cathedrals along the route – the first in the church at Le Pu en Velay, […]
“Any sense of mystical perception is remarkably consistent in all ages and places. All phenomena are processes and interconnections, and everything is in constant flux. So when have our mind screens knocked away and see that there is no real edge to anything, that in the endless interpenetration of the universe, a molecular flow, a […]
It was truly joyous to see so many of my newfound friends so happy to have completed this portion of their own pilgrimages (most of the walkers underway in southern France make St. Jean their end destination – at least until they can return at a later date to continue their various treks to Santiago), […]
Jean Marc had begged me to let him pay for yet another hostel stay here in St. Jean, and I had almost reluctantly agreed, on the sole condition that this would be the very last time he would be allowed to do so. After all, the true power of any peace pilgrimage comes from walking […]
True to form, I once again chose to be kind to my fellow pilgrims* and silently rise from my comfortable bed in order to bunk down in the common room sofa downstairs … “Much like a dog, the truly Noble Man has but one aim in life: to bestow his heart fully upon all he […]
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