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  1. Icacos


    Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. - Simone Weil Hello all: Just recently I came upon this quote and immediately thought that this is what happens when one goes on pilgrimage or, in our case, on...
  2. Calimocho

    Open and vulnerable vs. closed and protected

    It occurs to me after doing two segments of the Camino, that if a person is open to new possibilities and experiences and tries not to decide ahead of time what the Camino experience will be like - amazing and unexpected things will arrive, some of which will seem almost magical. The flip side...
  3. trecile

    Walking on the Camino vs walking at home

    I completed my Camino at the end of September and have been home for over a month now. I want to continue walking daily, because I love to walk, but it's just so different from walking on the Camino. This quote that I took from a blog post really sums it up for me Most of all, I miss the...
  4. Cathy G

    Am I a Pilgrim?

    My husband and I walked a portion of the Camino de Santiago Sept 25 - Oct 3 from SSJP to Logrono. It was all the time we could take from work and decided when planning to do the Camino in 3 stages over 3 years. We've been home for 3 weeks now and the high is still on. However this past week...
  5. Smallest_Sparrow

    Suffering, sacrifice, and the Camino

    Several threads have recently contained spirited debate on whether one must suffer to be on a pilgrimage. No one asked if reading my forum posts count as suffering o_O, and I thank you all for that. I’ve been digging holes all morning, thinking about this question. I personally think that...
  6. Wokabaut_Meri

    Transformation and the Camino

    I've come across a very engaging and fascinating book On Trails: An Exploration by Robert Moor. One for the philosopher's corner of the forum. The author writes for many outdoor publications which is where I read his piece on the Appalachian Trail: Here’s What Happens To Your Body When You Hike...
  7. SYates

    Feeling a bit philosophical right now ...

    One thing I have learned on my various caminos is that I can't change others. Not the pilgrims around me, the hospitaleros that receive me or the waiter that serves me food and drink. What I can change is my own attitude and perception. What I can change is myself. Why I am writing this...
  8. G

    Health, Heights, and a Horrid Horseman.

    The large Indian doctor sat across his desk from me looking at the results. “A blood pressure reading of 220 over 110,” he said at last, looking over his glasses at me. “You, Mr Carey, are a stroke waiting to happen.” A friend had come to welcome me home from Spain. She was also looking for a...
  9. G

    Dear Deer....Mishap on the Meseta.

    I was now into the Meseta proper. I’d just come over a hilltop and was dropping into a valley. The Camino ran down the slope, then along the center of the valley floor. It was autumn. In a treeless landscape the short golden stalks of the harvested fields swept up and away on each side. I saw...
  10. G

    Peregrina Held Hostage

    A smile that helps brighten my day. It floods over me. She takes off her pack at the church door, carries it inside, props it up against the back wall. I follow. She stands for a moment in the silence, taking in the dim interior of the church. She selects a pew. Now she is kneeling, clasping her...
  11. G

    The Castigation of the Clergy

    The overall image he presented was of being gangly. He was tall, raw, that indefinable term 'big boned' comes to mind. His woolly socks just barely showed over the tops of his boots, out of which towered these long, strapping, hairy legs. He wore a pair of tough green shorts, unfashionably short...
  12. G

    The Tormentas! Beware the Tormentas!

    It sure hit me unexpectedly. The wind and water was accompanied by a high pitched howl. It lashed at me powerfully. I was quickly drenched by the freezing water. I stumbled. My feet went out from under me and down I crashed. I sprawled, dizzy and disorientated, freezing in the mist and lashing...
  13. G

    A Gentle Mugging....Morality on the Mountain

    It was coming. Inexorably. Like a big headed snake, with a tail that grew progressively longer. There was no escape. It wound it's way around the room towards me. Not that it worried me. I'd been here before. Michelle, and her sons Jefferson and Lazarus, they'd have to stand before me, state...
  14. G

    Argumentative in Ayegui

    Andrew saw me on my knees, pushing and shoving, trying to get the bubble-wrapped parcel into my pack. “What the heck have you got there?” he asked, “that's a strange looking thing for a pilgrim to carry.” As today would be the last day I would carry it I told him what it was and what I intended...

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