Sometimes words don’t work. Sometimes a candle-lit room, accompanied by the sound of rain, says more than the greatest philosopher. Sometimes pain is our greatest teacher. Sometimes those that give us life try to destroy us. Sometimes time doesn’t heal our wounds. Sometimes choosing life is harder than giving in to death. Sometimes friends become… Continue reading Sometimes
Last week a pilgrim, who had worked as a volunteer at the Taizé Community in France, stayed with us in the parroquial albergue in Logroño. As he helped wash and dry the dishes after dinner we spoke about his time at Taize and he explained a little about the community´s Mission; to help unite the… Continue reading The value of silence…
It’s just over two months since my Korean flatmates left Logroño, carried away into the darkness one morning in a taxi bound for Barcelona airport and then onwards, by plane, back to Seoul, family, friends and home. It’s amazing how quickly that time has passed and how things have changed, both for me and for the… Continue reading Why not take all of Me?
In 2018 I did something back-to-front, I walked the pilgrimage path of the Camino de Santiago backwards. Starting from Spain's most Westerly coastal town of Muxia, I crossed the country from West to East, via Santiago de Compostela, and into France through the Pyreneean mountain range, which acts as a border between the two countries… Continue reading The Way of the Rose & the Alchemist’s house
I've been told in the past that I have 'a way with words'. Sometimes someone says it when I write something that appeals to them. Sometimes it's when I've listened to what someone has said, responded with the underlying message that I've heard, and been told "That's exactly what I was trying to say but… Continue reading Just trying…
There are few things that engage the human psyche more completely than a good story, well told. Whether it's the story we tell about ourselves or about others; the one about our relationships or our past; our internal story about the world and how magical or doomed we believe it is; or the multiple and… Continue reading The Never-Ending Story
I’m living for a few weeks in the northern part of Fuerteventura, close to the large and developed tourist centre of Corralejo, but nearer, geographically, to its lesser-developed and more charming coastal cousin, El Cotillo. Where Corralejo boasts a nature reserve, miles of sand-dune beaches, frequent English signage and a touristy ‘main drag’, El Cotillo… Continue reading Surfing the Waves of Experience….
The Endless Beaches of Costa Calma This week I visited the South of the island and took a walk along its linked and seemingly-endless stretch of golden, sandy beaches. I set off with the intention of exploring a little, walking to a ‘Spit’ of land I could see in the distance and then returning to… Continue reading Castles in the sand…
La Casa de Paz 