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The Candle Lady on the Camino Frances

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The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
 

Waka

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The Candle Lady
The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.


One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
Very nicely put.
 

Unie

Irish in QLD Australia
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Frances, May 2019
The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
Wow, such a beautiful story, thanks for sharing. Happy new year to you both.
 
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Frances 2005,2008,2010,2015.camino Portuguese 2007 .primativo2012.camino Norte 2009.sjpdp to finisterre and muxia 2007. Le Puy to jpdp 2006. Via francigena vercelli to Lucca 2014. Lucca to Rome 2016.
The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
That's lovely Robo,
You sound like my husband,,......soppy....I do love soppy!

To love...and be loved...and to KNOW that you are loved...best thing in the world.

As for your Grandmother......did you say a gin in one hand and a ciggy in the other hand .....I think that she and I would have got on famously!!
Best wishes
Annette
 
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The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.

What a blessed and sweet tribute, Robo. That was a very touching and special post. :)
 

volleyjanice

Active Member
Camino(s) past & future
08/2013 St. Jean Pied de Port-Belorado, 08/2015 Burgos- Santiago/Finisterre/Muxia, 08/18 Portugese
Thank you for sharing that. The warm memories of family who have passed and the love for your wife. Lovely.
 

susanawee

susanawee
Camino(s) past & future
Camino Frances-(2013/14/18
Camino Salvado Perth -(2015)
West Highland Way (2016)
Lyon France 2017
A very special story Robbo......many Camino Blessings to both yourself and Pat. All the best for 2019 and may the year bring you many, many blessings.
 

Peter Fransiscus

Be a Rainbow in someone else's cloud.
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The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
Wonderful . 😔
 
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The Candle Lady

One of the joys of walking the Camino Frances, is its popularity.

OK that might sound odd, and I admit at times the sheer number of Pilgrims on the path can detract from that Iconic Pilgrim experience, whatever that is.

But the positive side is that you get to meet and interact with lots of people from all over the World. And once you have been walking for a few days. The faces start to become very familiar. It’s not surprising really, as in the ‘height of the season’, you might be in a ‘slug’ of 300-400 Pilgrims passing along the Camino. So you start to see the same faces…. everywhere!

One of those faces was the ‘candle lady’.

I love to stop at the open churches along the way. In fact, I have a little ritual. To begin I say a prayer of thanks for being able to make this journey, then I promise to be open to any lessons that I might learn along the way. And lastly, I light a candle for one of my dearly departed. Maybe my Mother, who I never heard complain about anything, ever. Or my Father, who never once said ‘I love you’ but didn’t need to, or my Grandmother. Oh, my Grandmother! Never without a glass of gin and tonic in one hand and a cigarette in the other. How I loved that woman of another era who just understood people and made them all feel so loved.

But the candle lady!

When ever I stopped at a church, she was there.

In the front row of pews. Hands clasped in prayer. Looking up at the statues of Jesus on the Cross. I couldn’t help it, but I had to watch. What thoughts were going through that mind? What help might she be seeking?

She had the face of an angel. Calm, sweet, a person you would want to talk to, a person you would want to know. She was Asian. About 5 feet nothing and a hundred pounds. To the casual observer, Korean perhaps? A lot of Koreans walk the Camino.

No, she was not Korean. She was Thai. In fact raised in a Buddhist culture with a Buddhist father and a Muslim mother. And yet here she is, in church after church, giving thanks to God and lighting candles for her departed relatives. What magic the Camino weaves?

As I look upon that face, lighting yet another candle, I realise this is a woman I could love……. forever.

And I realise how lucky I am, because she is my wife of 20 years. Pat.
Wonderful. If you seek the Christ then you are bound to find him. Enjoy being with your beloved wife on the Camino.
 

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