For my Mom’s Journey on the Camino de Santiago
By CHRISTINE MULVIHILL
In our dreams
The world is more perfect then it seems
The pieces to the puzzle fit just right
Love works out when you hold on tight.
Picture perfect a world all our own
Tales and wishes to most unknown
Dreams are like magic when they come true
And when I dream I dream of you.
Dreams make the impossible come to life
A knight with a sword dreamed the boy with a knife
Dreams take us far from here
To where the rain tastes sweet and the sky is clear.
Dreams can take us from candied mountains to dragons & fire
Through our dreams we fulfill our desires
Dream a dream just for me
Hold my hand so I can see
Just what it is you’re dreaming of
I give you my heart I give my love.
In a dream this all exists
And dare I ask but of one kiss
In a dream it could all be true
What in reality I dare not do.
What is secret what I keep hidden
In my dreams are not forbidden
Dreams come from the heart and fill the soul
Dreams are the things that make us whole.
Whether real or pure imagination
Dreams are our own personal creation
Dreams will make us laugh and make us cry
Dreams will make us come alive
Knowing one day if we work hard through
That maybe one day they will come true.
Whatever your dream whatever it maybe
Look at it in the light and you will see
Whatever it is you want to be
Close your eyes and dream with me.
The wonderful feeling waking up from a dream
Even though it wasn’t what it seemed
Knowing that you can go back again
In the snow or in the rain.
Close your eyes and you are there
You can leave behind thoughts of despair
All you need is an open mind
And have a dream of any kind.
Dream a knight riding the mist
Dream of true love’s first real kiss
Fall asleep then you feel
Waking up to the world unreal.
Daemons and sorcerers sent from hell
A beautiful princess fallen down a well
Face a monsters grueling stare
Dreams have the power to take you there.
Come with me to a place our own
Go to where reality is unknown
Come my love, come and see
Dream a little dream with me.
To Mary Pat MacDonald with all my LOVE
Mom plans on completing the most popular route of the Camino de Santiago, the Camino Frances from St. Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain, the walk should take her about 30 to 35 days. In order to achieve this time, she would need to walk between 23 and 27 kilometers per day (14 to 16 miles). The Camino de Santiago is known in English as the Way of Saint James.
igual que el viento,
las personas fluimos,
sentimos, y cambiamos.
Hay brisas fuertes,
parecidas a momentos impactantes
en los cuales logramos desviarnos
del camino que preferimos.
Pero después de chocar
con algo que nos devuelve el sentido
regresamos al camino
por el cual,
igual que el viento,
aveces seguimos .
i walked across Spain
and i thought that would do it.
apparently, it wasn't far enough...
May the road rise up to meet you
As you travel on THE WAY
May the music in your heart
Untangle the worries of your day
May old dreams be tossed
Upon that pyre of strife
And personal manifestos of peace
Ascend to take on life
And when the night closes in
Anxiety and bliss compete
Remember growth is hard my friend
Some truths come incomplete
In the meantime:
May you step easy o’er the rocks
That appear on The Way to defy
Keep in mind your destination
To reach that far-rimmed sky
This time last year I prepping to make my 1st Camino with a girlfriend from college. We walked the Camino Portuguese -- the last 100 miles. It was a time of sheer excitement at what was to come and after we completed our trip - two women carrying our lives on our backs raised a glass of proseco in the ancient town of Santiago - there was and remains the incredible feeling of accomplishment. I will do another Camino - most certainly. This poem was written 6 months prior for a young man who wrote (on the Camino blog) of his life fraught with troubles that he knew would dissipate once he started his Camino. I wrote this with him in mind - and have since dedicated it to a dear friend who did her partial Camino last month. Bien Camino to all.
On Friday mornings
You can find me
At my local coffee shop
Reading, writing, understanding
It is how I unpack
All the baggage from
This week's long journey
Along the Camino of life.
It is the dusty old bunk bed
I rest my body upon.
It is where I am free
To dream and dream again.
Here I understand my limits
And regain my strength.
Although I love the scenic overlooks
And the one I travel with,
I need this time.
I don't quite understand why,
But without this
Everything I've ever wanted
Does not feel
Everything I've ever wanted.
It seems so far from here and now,
Both in distance and in kind.
That place I found, through winding ways;
The time when I cared not for time.
When shadows stretched meant day was new
And as they shortened haste was made.
Butterflies played and danced and flew,
Distracting minds in need of shade.
Pain in toes and knees and hips
Dissolved all ailments of the head.
Stories poured from sun kissed lips.
Easing aches in time for bed.
I wandered back to times gone by
To grief, to love; so bittersweet.
I played them out, I laughed, I cried-
To the echoed fall of dusty feet.
In all the things I've so far learned,
Of all the 'me' I've yet to know
I've found that peace and calm is earned
Through open minds, on unknown roads.
And if the names, the talks, the places;
If they try to fade with time
I'll think of all the smiling faces;
Kindest hearts, now kept in mine.
In July of this year, I walked 350km of the Camino de Santiago in Northern Spain. A beautifully moving and life altering experience. This is a little memory of that journey.
I’ve passed a little more than time
While I wore my feet to naught
A hundred lives have been and gone
For what I’ve seen as sport
We trace the steps of ages spent
When men were more than fiction
Simple lives and simpler minds
And faith their true addiction
I’m in a place where stories take
The power of the cross
And though the spires may steal my breath
I never felt the loss
For on The Way I took as mine
A shell and wooden limb
And parts of people, gifts so rich
Made my treasures small and slim
I’ve shared myself with men I’ve made
But will never know from there
I don’t feel sad because I knew
It’s not the whom but where
I’ll never find another day that feels the same as this
The time I’ve spent with just the steps; a special kind of bliss
When all there is to fill your head, the rhythm of the road
Your wishes and your broken corpse make light your mind and load
And now I will be much the same
In the before, the now and then
But there’s a trail within my eyes
That leads me back again
Each sunset and each moon reborn
Is on its own Camino
And every way will one day take
Me back to Santiago
A poem I wrote while walking the Santiago de Compostela. If you want my advice, guys, try and walk it if you get the chance, it's incredible.
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