And in this Grand Journey – just as in my own great Life – I once again flowed through the shadows back out into the light; from the confined uber-focus on uncomfortable immediate circumstances back out into an appreciation for the grander, more all-encompassing & ever-innately-wondrous view … “It is important to any would-be Way-walker […]
And so it was that I walked onward, and so it was that I came across a lone accordion player sitting under a tree by the roadside, and so it was that I smiled at him and sat down nearby and allowed him to serenade me while I made I Peace-stone for my fellow pilgrim […]
“There is in me an insatiable thirst for the quest; for discovering visages more grand and things far greater than ourselves. Beyond every horizon is a murky haze which beckons me to its call. I seek movement in its direction for that movement’s sake. And in this larger journey there is no destination except the […]
Thereafter I walked strongly; flowing with ease through Garnarthe itself and then the hamlet of Bussunarits, all the way to the church of St. Jean la Vieux – where I once more paused in peace to evince my gratitude and reaffirm my resolve – the former to simply offer a Soul-felt thanks for having been […]
This was such a lovely moment that I shared with fellow pilgrim Angelika – not only for the simple fact that it was so obviously a humble recognition on both our parts of the innate majesty of life and the inherent power of the Camino (and all walks like it) and the profound Connection that […]
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 […]
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