Dear Don Alberto Flamboyant Octogenarian To a pair of weather-beaten families on the Camino And to Backpacker Bridget from Granada via Barnsley And to all who seek shelter from the Galician downpours You sound Like an Angel As you hold aloft your otherworldly radio And play for us Tina Turner’s Simply the Best On happy repeat.
Dear Don Alberto With your doggy entourage To a bunch of Ryanair Refugees on the Camino And to uber cool Bridget naturalised Granadina don’t mention Barnsley And to all who seek sanctuary from the Galician heatwaves You taste Like a rustic slice of empanada Rich deep and Eternally replenishing itself.
You weren’t ever on our map Don Alberto, were you? The ID cards you offer up for inspection Make us laugh at the farce of our controls and borders.
And so To us make-shift pilgrims on the Camino You show us how to journey properly Dancing the salsa On every roundabout.
This by our recent experience of doing a pilgrimage with 4 children. First in hopefully a series. Feedback welcome!
Aveces, 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 .
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 Myself. 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 Momentary solitude, Everything I've ever wanted Does not feel Quite like Everything I've ever wanted.
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.