329/499 … on Cleanliness & Godliness (10/20/08)
If cleanliness is next to Godliness; then those that clean are Divine. ….. “Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
330/499 … onward, onward, to the Bliss (10/20/08)
“Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance, and fear not the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.” ~ Khalil Gibran
331/499 … the Heart’s towering genius (10/20/08)
There were two primary alternatives to the Path today … I took “the high road” along the crest of some mountains and got lost — the only time I did so on the whole 555 mile Trek (a metaphor?) … “Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.” ~ Abraham Lincoln
332/499 … finding The Way (10/20/08)
There were very few Way-markers along this stretch of the Path, so fellow pilgrims had made their own for those who followed. I adopted this service as well, and found out later that my arrows had actually helped my own mother stay “on track”. Of course, that only proved to be the case along the […]
333/499 … Paradise, Now (10/20/08)
“Where am I?” ~ Scaughdt (to fellow pilgrim) “Paradise!” ~ the fellow pilgrim’s wise response
334/499 … the Soul’s Quiet Eye (10/20/08)
… local Spanish folks harvesting chestnuts from some verrrrry old chestnut trees. “Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.” ~ Austin O’Malley
335/499 … the bountiful Beauty-full (10/20/08)
“Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared, and your life will have meaning, and your heart will have peace.” ~ Kent Nerburn
336/499 … a Door always Open (10/20/08)
Green is the archetype of unconditional Love; a door that is always open, even when appearing to be locked.
337/499 … Live like the river (10/20/08)
Mom & I had planned to meet in Vega de Valcarce, and yet I knew I was way ahead of her and it was already glimmering into darkness. I didn’t think there was any way for her to make it to me — and the hostel at VdV had a funky vibe (pay attention to […]
338/499 … a sword of Kindness (10/20/08)
I had heard about Ruitelan’s donativo hostel (“Pequeño Patola”) from other pilgrims along the Way, and it turned out to be everything recommended and more. Carlos, the manager, was stern but caring, which means a lot at the end of a long day of walking and wandering and getting lost (and eventually finding my way […]
339/499 … on being from Here (10/20/08)
After stowing my things, this is the room where I chilled out that evening (to some really good chill-out music, I might add). At dinner, the other pilgrims and I were introducing ourselves and I was asked where I was from. I suddenly didn’t know how to answer the question — having come to feel […]
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