“Christians, refuse to compare yourself to other Christians. Compare yourself instead only to the life & teachings of Jesus Christ, for his Way is the one to follow. And non-Christians, refuse to be judged by Christianity. Judge yourself instead only in comparison to the life & teachings of Jesus Christ, for his Way – for […]
After a brief stopover in the city’s central library, I made my way smoothly across the accompanying courtyard into yet another open cathedral; wondering as I did so about the enormous amount of material wealth that has been invested the world over into building such spiritual citadels – wealth that could have easily erased most […]
Sometimes the Path proved to be poorly marked and difficult to find or follow, no doubt, and yet by and large the vast majority of its length is signposted rather well* – via symbols or stickers or signs, markers or memorials or murals; allowing the pilgrim to spend less time wondering whether or not he […]
Once again, eleven years later, I came to the objectively beautiful Burgos Cathedral. And once again the same was closed to me (and any other pilgrims who didn’t have the ability to pay its entrance fee). What is this “holiness” that denies those who are seeking more sincerely to follow the Way of the Soul? […]
I made it smoothly through the entirety of the city, flowing much of the way through various parks and gardens and tree-lined promenades, until I found myself passing the entrance to a local hermitage-turned-chapel (Ermita de San Amaro) on the near outskirts of town, and peacefully entered the same … “We must at times all […]
After my short hermitage-chapel stopover I had continued on my way out of town, and at the very outskirts of the same I had encountered Marie (From Quebec – pictured herein) sitting on a wayside bench. I think she could tell that I was ready for a break as well (it was extremely hot out […]
It was shortly thereafter that I came to the exact location of eleven years prior where I had encountered a fellow pilgrim when myself in a state of insecurity & exhaustion. I had been walking for many miles that day already, had no idea where I would be able to rest my head for the […]
There are many rivers through life alongside those made of water – there is the river of time (made up of myths & memories), the river of serendipity (built from omnipresent blessings & opportunities), the river of destiny (constructed from the consequences of all past choices), and the river peace (erected from all the moments […]
It wasn’t long thereafter that I walked into the town of Tardajos, where, as was my usual custom, I entered the local church to offer peaceful prayers of heartfelt gratitude and humble resolve – the former for where (and how) I had come from, the latter to where (and why) I might well travel… “I […]
This was one of the very few days when I did actually know (not with full certainty, and yet with a large measure thereof) exactly where I was headed – namely, back to the same wonderful donativo hostel* that had taken me in those long eleven years prior. And sure enough, the hostel was still […]
After checking in and setting aside my handful of things and taking a warm shower (being sure to leave subsequent pilgrims almost all the hot water that had been deprived of me by my fellow resident travelers when I had arrived later in the day those eleven years ago) to cleanse my body of dust […]
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