On the Camino de Santiago, I was impressed by different layers to be seen…
On the Camino de Santiago, I was impressed by different layers to be seen…
Maybe this is not a good photo, I don’t know…
So let me just tell the story. I went to Léon in Spain to walk a part of the Camino de Santiago, the French Route, in 2011. I started with my first stamp in my pilgrim’s passport at the Léon Cathedral. And then, when I was was looking for my accommodation I just saw this man walking in an alley. For a few meters he and I were walking on the same road, in the same direction. He was a local, I a tourist from the other side of the globe.
It started me thinking about all the paths we walk in life (as the Camino tends to do…) I just wondered what this man’s life story has been so far. Where did he come from? What did he do with his life? Where was he going when our paths crossed in an ancient alley in Spain. Also the other people in the photo- who are the man with the pink T Shirt waiting for? The elderly couple walking in the distance- are they still in love? Do they still dream about each other?
Maybe a lot of these questions were triggered by last night’s Church Board meeting. Maybe I am also at a place in my life journey where I am wondering: Where to now? Am I really living my life to the best of my ability? Do I really make a difference where I am now?
Do I just do the Johnny Walker? Time will tell.
The Current Series
This is the second week of our current series and the topic is statues, carvings and sculptures. They can be really small in size or huge. See my entry at the bottom of this post for examples. I hope you have some fun with this challenge.
I had such a good trip to Spain in 2011, when I went to do a part of the Camino de Santiago. The Spanish have a lot of statues!
In Madrid, in the Parque de Retiro, is a statue for the devil. Or- The Fallen Angel-
And the next day I started walking my Camino de Santiago in Léon, and there one of the first sights was a statue of a pilgrim- there are LOTS of Pilgrim Statues in the north of Spain! I liked this one!
And there you have two human traits- remembering evil, and searching for good…
It could be a shot taken during your morning walk, the morning vista out your kitchen window, your cat doing a pre-breakfast stretch, or a textured close-up of your oatmeal bubbling away at the stove.
I’m excited to see how all your days start — maybe we’ll all pick up a new morning ritual!
One of my happiest memories in my life is the early rising, and the hiking on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. Early Morning tells you: it is time to make big strides today on your journey of life!
If you could pause real life and spend some time living with a family anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVELS.
There is such a huge world out there. So much I would still love to see. So there are so many answers to today’s question. I would love living for a while in a primitive hut in Brazil’s rain forest. Or in a palm leaf hut on an exotic island. Or one of those conical huts of deer hide in Mongolia. Or the underground city at Kappadocia in Turkey- how does it feel to live there?
But the one that I thought of first was of these houses that I saw outside Léon, Spain when I walked the Camino de Santiago. How does it feel to live underground in these Teletubby houses? Is it better in winter when the snow lays thick? Don’t people feel cramped and in each other’s faces in a very short time? So I would love to live with a family in a house like this… but not for long…
“The best way out is always through.” – Robert Frost
“Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.” – George Bernard Shaw
Inscription above the arch: “Ad marjorem Dei Gloriam- Here are recorded names of officers and men who fell in Ypres Salient but to whom the fortune of war denied the known and honoured burial given to their comrades in death…”
That was only the one side’s names…
“Through the stupidity of politicians good men die… “- The Rider… today
Just some of the places I have been through on my travels…
If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SENSITIVE.
I am getting the Deja Vu feeling again… The last time I answered so beautifully that I would not like to lose one sense, as I would love to keep on seeing the beauty of the world around me, to listen to the music (Justin Bieber and Miley Cirus would be an acceptable loss of senses…) I would still love to smell the roses and a freshly ground coffee, or a bread fresh from the oven. I would love to taste all the dishes of the world worthy of Masterchef, and I would love to keep on feeling the touch of the woman I love…
So… I will go with the photo challenge instead- Sensitive…
A photo never seen before in public- This IS my happy face:
Ok… I had a good excuse, it was when I had just finished the Camino de Santiago, so I was extremely tired. But I really wanted to see Finisterre, so I took the bus there (out of time to walk the 78 km). So- this photo could also be used for the Weekly Photo Challenge- Inside… Inside the Bus… Inside the Bus Station in Santiago de Campostela.
That is why I did not publish a selfie yesterday- children might weep… What I wanted to see might also not look like much. But this is the Westernmost point of the Europe continent- from here on it is just Atlantic ocean till you reach the shores of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. (Bill Gates, if you read this and feel proud or deeply moved, please send an airline ticket, so many of my Bucket List Items are still to be seen in America, and I have never had the chance or change to go to the USA,…)
How will you know this is not just the beach at Hermanus? Same ocean… Any pilgrim who went the whole way of the Camino to the 0.00 km marker will recognize this:
So what does this all have to do with Sensitivity? Well, I did walk 317 km to get into touch with my inner self, my deeper feelings and all that… you should too! Sometimes we need to step aside from our busy path, and take some time to just BE… We need to be sensitive sometimes, otherwise we miss the whole experience of this one life we have on earth.
So: BE a pilgrim, struggle forward, reach your destiny…
It dawnwd on me this morning we have never done a boat challenge, so for this week lets find everything from toy boats to ocean liners and everything in between, all shapes and sizes, in a pond, on a river or in the ocean.. have fun with this one..:-)
Hi Ed- Boats I can do, even though I live more than 500 miles from the nearest beach. There is something in a boat that always draws me and my camera like a magnet. So here are just a few, some was seen already on this blog, sorry about that…
First one- in the Harbour at Simons Town South Africa:
Also in the Fisterra Harbour :
And a Fishing Trawler, working just off the beach at Yzerfontein, South Africa…
Finally- when the family sailed on a daytrip on a catamaran at a famous city…
I have quite a few more, but I think I still need to keep a few up my sleeve for next time…
Prompt 5 – BARE
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. /K.Gibran/
In 2011 I walked a part of the Camino de Santiago in Spain. This old pilgrim route of more than 1000 years old was for me a life changing experience. One of the old traditions that I read about, was that when you finished the route at the Cathedral in Santiago, you walk on to Finisterre, the most western point of the European Continent. And when you reach the Atlantic Ocean, and can walk no further, the tradition says that you must burn your old clothes, and jump BARE into the sea. When you come out of the ocean, you dress in new clothes, and start a new life.
I found the tradition a little hard to do. Where the most western point is, there is really high cliffs and a dangerous current- if you jump into the ocean there, your body will travel to Ireland or the USA, but you will emerge playing a harp somewhere on the other side of the clouds… 🙂
So- people burn a sock symbolically at the lighthouse at Finisterre. (which is forbidden, but tolerated…)
As a true pilgrim, I went for the whole experience. The sock was burned. And then I went for the BARE at the back side of the harbour wall at Fisterra, the nearest safe place to do that. Of course- the Spanish authorities also BAN your ARSE of swimming there- look:
But a true pilgrim find a way forward. So I found the harbour wall:
And left all my walking clothes on the dry land, while the ME got BARE into the ocean…
So that is my story of BARE, hope it is in the field of play for this one… 🙂