Last week my sister sent me a message asking me if I remembered when it was that we sat under the shade of a large Eucalyptus tree, in the patio of a local pub, in a small village in Wales. The village was where we spent four years of our childhood; the pub was run… Continue reading The seeds and saplings of our Lives…
Tag: Church
A Time for Alliances
This morning, which is the Christian festival of Pentecost...when the Apostles, Mary, and other followers of Jesus were gathered in a upper room and received the blessing of the Holy Spirit...I picked up a book that I'm fond of. It's called "Cuando llegas" (literal translation: "When you arrive") and it's a book of poetry by… Continue reading A Time for Alliances
This is my Truth, Tell me Yours…
“Are you religious?”. It’s a question that I hear most often on the Camino than anywhere else. And much more often than “What do you do for a living?”. Why? Because what we do for a living is a factual subject, a safe subject, a coffee-shop-pub-and-bar subject. Whereas whether or not you believe in God;… Continue reading This is my Truth, Tell me Yours…
Where no-one is harried and nothing is forced…
As we move towards the end of the year, and the season of Advent, I've been reflecting on how this year began for me, when I spent 3 months living in (and taking care of) the home of a friend in the tiny village of Molinaseca on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. That settled… Continue reading Where no-one is harried and nothing is forced…
A Prayer for the Possible…
Yesterday morning a friend sent me a link to a televised Mass from a Catholic church in Ireland (which she'd tuned into by chance), because she wanted me to see how the Mass had started. She knows me well, and she knows that the way in which Catholic Masses traditionally begin (verbally acknowledging that we… Continue reading A Prayer for the Possible…
Where there´s a will…
Angels lend their wings to the seeker of knowledge - Moorish proverb A young man knocked at the door of the (still closed) church hostel this week and asked if he could stay. He was Julien, a French pilgrim who has spent the last few years living in Japan and is now walking the Camino… Continue reading Where there´s a will…
