Day 084h: Home again, home again … (July 07, 2019)
Well, as it turns out, the famed Granon donativo hostel (about which I had already so many wondrous things) was quite literally connected to the same church in which I had paused, and its humble, back-courtyard entrance was smoothly stumbled upon the moment I exited the same. Not ever one to thumb my nose at serendipity, I entered the refuge, removed my shoes, and communed awhile with the few pilgrims who had already arrived there that early afternoon. It was nice indeed to so comfortably share my Walk & its Way with others, and yet I still had it full in mind to flow onward to Tosantos that day. That said, after softly mentioning the same to my newfound friends and gently rising to depart, both Damian (from Poland) and Rio (from Spain) began to just as softly & just as gently insist that I remain. Fabio, the hostel’s warmhearted Italian head-hospitalero, was just as calmly insistent, and I submitted to their Grace-filled intentions, accepted their offers of hospitality and goodwill, and decide to stay and offer what I could of the same in return …
“We pilgrims, ever walking the communal way while living the solitary life, begin no day where we have ended another; and no sunset ever leaves us where the previous sunrise was found. Even while the citizens of the earth sleep we travel amongst them. We are the seeds of a most tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind, are scattered at will, and land softly wherever life wills – always taking strong & loving root.”~ via Kahlil Gibran
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