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On Saturday 8th February we walked a few metres to the massive sacred space of San Martin Pinario
where we held the service of Stations of the Cross. This was incredibly powerful and moving for me. There is something very deep in ending a walking pilgrimage with this following in the footsteps of Christ in his Passion.
We moved from the simplicity of wood and granite
into the utter splendour of the reflected light from the reredos when we reached the final Station – Christ’s Resurrection
Perhaps the only thing to do with all of this was to go for coffee in the Reyes Catolicos.
This was the last day for all of us. We reflected on how it had gone, on what we were learning, the gifts we were discovering.
I remember when I was nearing the end of my long walk on the Camino de Levante in 2009. My friend John texted me just before the end telling me of the lessons I would learn as a result “in the coming decades”. Kathy’s research on education pointed to the same truth. Perhaps we learn at the pace of walking.
Kathy shared this poem by Hafiz.
Absolutely Clear Don't surrender your loneliness So quickly, Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight Has made my eyes so soft, My voice so tender, My need of God Absolutely Clear .
After a comparatively early dinner, we wandered round the city. Avoiding the techno bagpipes, we found a bar where students played American folk rock and blues. After a final late whisky, we said goodbye to Rebekah.
This neighbour shouted in the night.
We walked Kathy to her morning train and went to Pilgrim Mass. It was lovely to sit in it as an ordinary pilgrim. Lots of emotion to do with arriving and remembering.
A good farewell Sunday dinner with John and the Big Man (imported mint sauce brought out for the occasion). Reflecting that we are all people who give a lot in life.
How do we cope with this?
praying, walking, talking with others, letting off steam with others.
And perhaps the right place for this particular pilgrimage to end, a night with Mike in a bar, drinking a few beers, eating croquettas, watching the Barcelona match.
A good place for all this to end, at least for now.
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