The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my backpack, I found my way forward through the shadows. The rain looked so innocent at this stage Early Morning Departures and Dark Woodland Paths The path to Burguete unfolded quickly through serene woodlands, a gentle beginning to what would become a...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with sulfurous earth, exhaling both perseverance and hope. Like an old friend, the Camino's perfume welcomed me back, awakening memories dormant for six years. Walking the Napoleon Route: Memories of 2019 vs. Reality In 2019, my mother's warning echoed in...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of the Camino Francés, with the Pyrenees rising before me—ancient sentinels, slumbering yet watchful, their weathered peaks washing over the landscape like waves frozen in time. SJPdP welcomes the pilgrimms As I joined the flow of pilgrims gathering...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport to London Stansted. Tonight I'm resting at the Holiday Inn Express, gathering my strength for tomorrow's early flight to Biarritz, then trains to Bayonne and finally Saint-Jean. Life has a peculiar way of stripping us down to essentials. Though my...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of...
The important and the broken Some of us approach God with demands written in the lines of our faces, authority clutched like a scepter in our hands. Others creep toward heaven on their bellies, convinced they deserve nothing but shadows. Yet in the dust between entitlement and shame, between commanding and cowering, something extraordinary waits to unfold. This is a story for those who feel too important to kneel and those who feel too broken...
Evening's Sacred Dissolving I face my mirror in the evening's sacred hush, where familiar contours of self begin to blur at the edges. Here, in this liminal light, I feel clothed with a veil caught in divine breath – lifting, falling, dancing between what was and what might be. How does one surrender the knowing to embrace the mystery of being beheld by Love? Some days I want to pin down the floating edges, to still these billowing notions...
THRESHOLD CALLING Standing at the threshold, draped in crimson silk that speaks of both flesh and life, I challenge my own assumptions: What does a woman called by God look like? This dress speaks...
The Weight of Morning Mist In the soft morning light filtering through stained glass, I stood at the threshold of our church, heart full of carefully crafted welcomes and thoughtfully woven prayers....
The setting sun bleeds into the sea, painting waves in copper and crimson. Asher's fingernails dig into his palms as he watches white tombs emerge from gathering darkness – pure, untouchable, mocking his uncleanness. His chest constricts with each ragged breath. "This night is going to be better," he whispers, the words bitter ash on his tongue. The iron chain scrapes against bare skin as he wraps it around his torso, each loop a familiar...
Shaking Before the Feast Tomorrow is the Feast of the Assumption, and I'm struggling. Here I am with a blog called "Full-of-Grace," somehow connected to Mary, and yet as this huge feast approaches,...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport...
The important and the broken Some of us approach God with demands written in the lines of our faces, authority clutched like a scepter in our hands. Others creep toward heaven on their bellies,...
Evening's Sacred Dissolving I face my mirror in the evening's sacred hush, where familiar contours of self begin to blur at the edges. Here, in this liminal light, I feel clothed with a veil caught...
The ashy-white sun climbed across the barren sky, each ray a judgment on Ruth's foreign skin. She moved like a ghost among the stalks, her back bent not just from labor but from the weight of not...
The ashy-white sun climbed across the barren sky, each ray a judgment on Ruth's foreign skin. She moved like a ghost among the stalks, her back bent not just from labor but from the weight of not belonging that had made its home in her bones. The thought echoed with each grain she gathered, with each step she took: she was nothing - less than nothing. Her body had learned its place here - lower than the servants, barely more welcome than the...
Shaking Before the Feast Tomorrow is the Feast of the Assumption, and I'm struggling. Here I am with a blog called "Full-of-Grace," somehow connected to Mary, and yet as this huge feast approaches,...
A reflection on relationships found and lost on pilgrimage, and the beautiful journey to finding true love Walking Toward Truth Instead of Escape Six years ago, on what started as an ordinary June...
Three Mothers at the Heart of Resurrection Today I'm traveling back to Poland on Mother's Day – May 26th in our Polish tradition. As I journey home, I'm reflecting on three mothers who have shaped...
Airport musings after a shortened Camino The Comedy of Errors Picture this: a peaceful pilgrim, fresh from three nights in Santiago de Compostela, checking out of their hostel before 10 AM with the...
A Santiago Pilgrimage Reflection Faith is often less about movement and more about stillness. Today, my second day in Santiago de Compostela, I discovered this truth through four hours spent within...
Santiago de Compostela - Day 15 Today I write from Santiago de Compostela, not having walked the complete path as planned, but arriving nonetheless with a heart full of wonder. The pilgrimage called...
Cardañuela-Riopico to Burgos - 8 kilometers I woke in the albergue to the most restful sleep I've had in two weeks. Perhaps it's the lightness that comes with a difficult decision finally made -...
The Unexpected For days, the question has followed me like a shadow on this Camino journey: Should I continue to Santiago or listen to my body's increasing protests? The recurring infection, the...
Searching Gentleness Last night, as darkness settled over Grañón, we gathered in the choir of San Juan Bautista church. Through a secret passage from the albergue, we entered the silent sanctuary,...
Morning Challenges Morning broke in Najera with the weight of yesterday's mistakes still lingering. The sun had not yet fully risen as I set out, my feet speaking their own language. A new blister...
The Joy of Return to the Camino The morning sun rose with promise as my feet carried me forward along the Camino. After three nights of forced rest in Logroño, battling illness and fever, my body...
Fever Recovery in Logroño and Finding the Pilgrim Spirit Once More The drenched pillows speak of fever's night visit – my body, a furnace that consumes itself. Sweat-soaked blankets twisted into...
Unexpected Pause on the Camino Frances Today, I am writing from the same place as yesterday—a hotel room in Logroño. This was not the original plan. Yesterday, I barely managed to walk those few...
A personal reflection from the pilgrim's path Today, I lie in a hotel bed with fever, my walking pilgrimage temporarily paused. Yet somehow, in this enforced stillness, I feel closer than ever to...
Los Arcos to Logroño - A day of listening to my body's wisdom Today marked my seventh day on the Camino de Santiago, a day unlike any other on this pilgrimage. Not for its beauty or challenge, but...
Discovering Our True Journey In walking the Camino de Santiago, I've been reflecting on what it truly means to be a pilgrim. Along the ancient stones of The Way, where countless feet have worn...
A Morning of Mindful Beginnings I woke naturally at 5:15, before my alarm, but embraced a new approach today: not rushing. I remembered Lizzie, a colleague with whom I worked in a nursing home in...
Early Morning Struggles and the Pilgrim's Call to Transcendence I woke before my alarm today, at quarter past five, my body somehow knowing the journey ahead demanded these early stolen moments....
From Dawn's First Light to Detours: Pamplona to Zariquiegui The fourth day of my Camino journey led me from Pamplona to Puente la Reina, a day marked by detours, reflections, and an unexpected...
Restless Beginnings There's something deeply humbling about walking a path that millions have trodden before. As I make my way through the third day of my Camino journey, I'm reminded that some...
The darkness surprised me as I set out at 6:10 this morning, a stark contrast to my June Camino of 2019 when the early hours were already bathed in light. Thankful for the small lamp affixed to my...
First Day on the Camino Frances: Crossing the Pyrenees The Scent of the Camino: Memories Reawakened What struck me in the morning was that familiar scent—the fragrance of aloe vera mingling with...
The Pilgrim Returns: Beginning the Camino Francés Again The Camino begins again, though in truth, it never really ended. Today I stand in Saint Jean Pied de Port, the traditional starting point of...
Walking Unbound They say the Camino begins the moment you close your door behind you, not when you reach Saint-Jean-Pied-du-Port. So my pilgrimage started with a flight from Olsztyn Mazury Airport...
The important and the broken Some of us approach God with demands written in the lines of our faces, authority clutched like a scepter in our hands. Others creep toward heaven on their bellies,...
Evening's Sacred Dissolving I face my mirror in the evening's sacred hush, where familiar contours of self begin to blur at the edges. Here, in this liminal light, I feel clothed with a veil caught...
The setting sun bleeds into the sea, painting waves in copper and crimson. Asher's fingernails dig into his palms as he watches white tombs emerge from gathering darkness – pure, untouchable,...
