Something curious happened on my morning walk today…

We're blessed with fine weather at the moment, hot weather in fact, in the Spanish city where I live and I'm rising early to walk beside the river each day, before the temperature begins to climb. I love this ritual and the sense of tranquility it gives me and I know I'm not alone. The… Continue reading Something curious happened on my morning walk today…

These habits we fall into…

So the day before yesterday, I posted a poem that spoke to me. I opened a poetry book at random and found a beautiful piece that reflected how I feel about my relationship with God and which seemed appropriate to the feast of Pentecost. One of the lines in the poem "You provide the tenderness,… Continue reading These habits we fall into…

Worth repeating…

Today is the day after Christmas, "Boxing Day" as it's called in the United Kingdom. It's a public holiday in that country and also in Cyprus, the country where I was born, because Cyprus was a British Colony, and it chose to retain that inherited holiday on independence day. I now live in Spain ,… Continue reading Worth repeating…

Signposts for Another Way

Last week I visited Poland for the first time. I went there to talk at a travel festival... ...and this was my presentation: "I first met Tomasz (who's organised this festival) 10 years ago on the Camino de Santiago in Spain.  We met in a misty wood the evening before we both arrived in Santiago. … Continue reading Signposts for Another Way

Home thoughts from abroad: Take 2

Five years ago I posted a blog piece entitled 'Home thoughts from abroad'. At the time I was confined to an AirBnB apartment in the city of Logroño, on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. I was confined because it was the first Covid lockdown of 2020, I was waiting to continue my camino and,… Continue reading Home thoughts from abroad: Take 2

I’m going to tell you a story…

...it's entirely true. Not one single part of it is made up, elaborated, exaggerated or false. I always felt that it was an experience that was deeply personal, private and meant only for me. But the older I become, the more I wonder about such things. I wonder if we're meant to share everything that… Continue reading I’m going to tell you a story…

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…