lovingkindness
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One day last summer I walked over a bridge into Zgorzelec, Poland. Finding a Św Jakuba sign I followed until eventually I arrived in Olsztyn. Here are some resources that came my way, a list of stages and places where I found welcome. With gratitude to all, Thanks…
https://www.caminodesantiago.me/community/resources/poland-drogi-%C5%9Aw-jakuba-zygorzelec-olsztyn-june-july2015.458/
As I walked I figured that if I made it to a village by nightfall then the signing of the Droga was adequate. I walked without GPS or internet connection. Along the way I found a few discarded scraps from a Pilgrim’s guide, located tourist brochures in Poznan and somewhere was given a map. I met many people. Often we didn’t share a language. We smiled a lot and ate food, sometimes sang and made music.
Early mornings in June/July ….wild raspberries in sandy soil, tiny strawberries the size of a baby’s nail, blueberries ripening in the undergrowth of silent forests. Sour cherries…
… allées lined with old Lipa trees, bees swarming in redolent air. Dust floating in golden light… Rambling in late afternoons along drogis, by wooden churches, through vast expanses of ripening grain. Fields choked by a myriad of cornflowers and marguerites and poppies.
Ultreia et suseia!
-Lovingkindness
https://www.caminodesantiago.me/community/resources/poland-drogi-%C5%9Aw-jakuba-zygorzelec-olsztyn-june-july2015.458/
As I walked I figured that if I made it to a village by nightfall then the signing of the Droga was adequate. I walked without GPS or internet connection. Along the way I found a few discarded scraps from a Pilgrim’s guide, located tourist brochures in Poznan and somewhere was given a map. I met many people. Often we didn’t share a language. We smiled a lot and ate food, sometimes sang and made music.
Early mornings in June/July ….wild raspberries in sandy soil, tiny strawberries the size of a baby’s nail, blueberries ripening in the undergrowth of silent forests. Sour cherries…
… allées lined with old Lipa trees, bees swarming in redolent air. Dust floating in golden light… Rambling in late afternoons along drogis, by wooden churches, through vast expanses of ripening grain. Fields choked by a myriad of cornflowers and marguerites and poppies.
Ultreia et suseia!
-Lovingkindness
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