The standard image of a pilgrim is a walking figure. I enjoy the figure on the Mount of Forgiveness only a few miles outside Pamplona. The pilgrims are walking or riding. I thoroughly enjoy the lone pilgrim outside O Cebreiro who holds his hat as he strides into the Atlantic wind. Pilgrims moving! Yet pilgrims …
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618. Clouds
Early Light Porthleven Bude Rain coming Does anyone see me, I don’t care. I’ve got places to go, shapes to take, though I know not where. Like an actor in a play, I change. Sometimes in the first peeking light of morning, I let you see a bit of me, but only a bit. Sometimes …
600. My Backpack Is Ready
My backpack is ready. My itinerary is set. My flight is booked. I’m walking one of the UK’s National Trails, the South West Coast Path. Why this trail? I’m no Anglophile, but I do have a history associated with the UK. After my college study abroad in Greece, I traveled to the UK as my …
Journeys: Explorations in Body, Mind, and Spirit 