It’s difficult to write about a pilgrimage. Every day you get up and walk. That’s it. Nothing happens, and yet everything happens.
The world slows down. You see the flowers and the bees. You hear the constant birdsong that happens in the Spanish countryside. The clouds sail by. You feel the warmth of the sun on your back. You hear the crunch of your boots on the gravel.
And the world slows down and opens up and presents itself to you with the possibility of finding your best self. You have the chance to give and receive kindness. You listen to stories and share your own. You have the opportunity for stillness.
It is a gift for which I am extremely grateful.