It was shortly thereafter that we encountered and entered the somewhat larger city of Logrono … “There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering strange streets with no particular vector or destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving – for entering new conglomerations of residences filled with new faces, any one of […]
Sometimes we pause and admire the artistry &/or cleverness of graffiti; sometimes we cleverly become that artistry … “You will learn, as you get older, that most rules are indeed made to be broken. So be bold enough to live life on your terms. Make those terms as kind and as daring as possible, and […]
As usual, I chose to make a nearby church my first pit-stop upon arriving, where – also as usual – I paused to revel in its cool & peaceful confines; offering up professings of profound gratitude for having been able to flow this far so meaningfully, alongside a renewed resolve to continue onward in the […]
Quite a few of the previous churches in Spain had been completely devoid of actual candles, and it was both a pleasure and an honor to in this cathedral once again be able to set my humble hopes aflame – hopes for healing for those who suffer in body (the Healing that comes from actively […]
Patience is a funny thing; it is only when we are unaware of embodying it that we can truly embody it. In this case, having already been blessed by a recent lifetime filled with trials that had indeed inspired me to become a ‘patient person’ (i.e. challenges that had proven to be unbeatable, and as […]
I tended to deeply enjoy the Meaning-full roadside artwork (aka graffiti) that so often graced The Way, in this case first providing as reminder that there is both light & color within everything seemingly fully shadowed, and secondly that – as long as we persist in the courage to set forth boldly into each day […]
“And so it is that I grant you the ability to give, to embrace, to expedite, to flow, to love, to forgive, to charge forth, and to persist. All of life – every single instant of it – is beautiful for what it makes of us; for what it allows us to make for others, […]
Part of my mission in this phase of my pilgrimage was serving as Mate’s film assistant – at times cameraman, at times leading man, at times muse, and at times mere annoyance (“You are too famous” was regularly his way of telling me to step aside because he didn’t want me in a particular shot) […]
It had been a long, dry, hot, and arduous day already, and Mate had been slowing down more & more & more as we had steadily plodded along – stretching each successive water break to the point of becoming its own stopover and each successive encounter with others to the point of becoming a pilgrimage […]
After I made it back onto The Way it didn’t take long for me to pass by an open church – a welcome surprise indeed; welcome because of the blazing heat that had once again enveloped me fully, and a surprise because the day was seemingly stuck in the exact middle of the Spanish siesta. […]
I passed by a closed roadside chapel just on the far outskirts of town and Father Ignacio just happened to be there. It was still oppressively hot and I asked him if I might be let into the church to sit awhile in cooler reverie. He stated that he was about to leave and that […]
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