Two days on the Path I have come, covering 2,000 plus years of history, peeling the onion layer by layer. I am not under the delusion that I will peel to the bulbous center. I only hope that I will arrive in Compostela with punctuated questions. I also hope I will sing songs, strange heart-warming renditions of a rare and peculiar journey. This pilgrimage I make will perhaps become a ¨ we´, perhaps will elicit soulful freedoms, perhaps will provide the privilege of comforting some Sacred Other and then lead me home to my ancient yet new self. I do it because it calls me, because it is there, because Furman taught me if anything to never settle with a life unlived.
And so we go seeking after some old bones, praying in the sore places of our bodies after a long days walk.
It makes me smile to help facilitate this pilgrimage.
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My prayers are with you on your journey. Keep peeling. Cathleen
ReplyDeleteI think of you often and I'm glad you are learning and growing on your pilgrimage como una peregrina. Cuidate mucho!
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