I started this pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela last year in September– in my mind. They say that the pilgrim way begins right from your front door. The post below was written in September 2013 when I first decided to start. In the meantime, I have bread dipped in Spanish olive oil, and walk among the twisted oaks of Spring Lake. Join me as I walk, write, sketch, and wander in the land of bull, oak, red wine, relics, grails, and pilgrims. Suzanne
Originally posted on Toward Compostela: A Pilgrim on the Starry Way:
I called my niece Rachel Welsh, who is, conveniently enough, a scholar of the Middle Ages, to ask her advice on this crazed idea I had to walk the length of the Camino de Santiago. She said, “You’ve already started your pilgrimage.”
In the Middle Ages, you started from your own front door, or perhaps from the steps of your local cathedral. Rich or poor, doing penance for sins or seeking your fortune, man, woman or child– you started where you are. And so here is my own front door on this bright September day in Northern California, the wind whipping the rain clouds and the first reluctant leaves along the pavement. A little glitch of the light entered— a protective travel spirit? It is the first day of fall. Or this might be the real start, the chair in the living room.
I want to do a private public journal…
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