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two walks
February 4, 2017, 8:29 pm
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Three years ago was an epic day.  The long stage from A Coruna to Bruma in an appalling storm, soaked to the skin by rain and snow on the first day of the Camino Retreat.  You can read about it here.  Somewhere is a video of me trying to put my waterproofs on as the snow became heavy.

After a busy (but good!) and testing time, I went for a day off walk with Mike today.  Spring has arrived in the quiet Worcestershire hills.  We caught the sun.



caminos and retreats

A couple of years ago I was lucky enough to lead a little Camino Retreat with a group of good friends.  We spent a few days walking from Coruna to Santiago; the walking interspersed with reflections and silence; time and space for praying; and great and profound fun when we arrived in Santiago.

If you click here, you can read through the blog posts about it.


It was a wonderful time (and we had some apocalyptic winter weather).  I have been retracing this a bit as I reflect on the Cistercian Way.  The first part traced through by time spent with the religious communities of Caldey and Whitland; solitary days plodding through beauty.  Walking and retreating nudged together.  Inward and outward journeys coming together.

I am really glad to see that the Camino Chaplaincy is offering two Camino Walking Retreats in 2017 from O Cebreiro and from Barcelos.  These will be led by Fr Gerard Postlethwaite.  You can get full details of them here.  I would really recommend them if you can go.  It’s a wonderful opportunity to get a deep experience of pilgrimage and to see what impact it can have on your life.

Fr Gerard writes: The Camino journey is deeply personal to everyone who makes it, but there is also a value in receiving some direction. Inspired by spirituality of Saint Ignatius and the poems of TS Eliot, I very much look forward to leading these two walking retreats in 2017. I hope that, together, we can take our experience of the Camino to a deeper level”.

camino retreat – endings

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


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.

camino retreat – in santiago

An extraordinary day, adding to the depth we had encountered in the walking and fellowship.


Our Merry Band was given wonderful hospitality by the Cathedral.  We were invited to have an Anglican Eucharist in one of the Chapels.  By wonderful serendipity, it was the Chapel of San Andres – taking us back to our beginning at Teixedo.  This tough and rugged saint was a very suitable patron for the week.

During the Eucharist, we continued to reflect upon our theme of the Gospel Journeys and how our own journeys weave into them.  We heard TS Eliot’s Journey of the Magi

A cold coming we had of it

just at the worse time of year

and thought about what it might mean to arrive in this luxury of a couple of days of gift, grace and space.  We prayed through the suffering and difficulty we encounter in our own lives – all very committed to serving others in different ways – and in the world, and how pilgrimage might be a strengthening of love and compassion rather than a turning away.


After Mass, some of us walked through Santiago to Sar, to the Church of Santa Maria la Real, a Romanesque gem.  We rested in the silence of the interior lit up and warmed by hundreds of candles from the Festival of San Blas a day or two before.  On the way up the hill we drank Estrella Galicia in a small bar where men played poker.

I was woken sharply from siesta by condensation dripping on my head.  When Mike took the mickey out of me, Buddha fell on his.

We were asked to return to the Cathedral for the evening Mass and were taken to special seats in the Sanctuary and welcomed by Dean Segundo.  We were extremely close to the Botafumeiro.


Then off for more.  Dinner at the Gondola with wonderful food and wine, and then a quemada at the end, the incantation specially written by John to reflect our journey.


A day so full of gift, and we were not finished yet …

camino retreat – arriving
February 24, 2014, 5:43 pm
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When we woke up on Thursday, I did wonder if it would have been better to have brought bog snorkling equipment rather than walking gear.  The next of this winter’s extraordinary sequence of storms had arrived.

Fortified by breakfast and reflecting on the Road to Emmaus, with its themes of brokenness, hope and joy, we stepped out into the wet.  Our original plan was to be driven back to Sigueiro and start from there; the weather was too bad; a couple of us had injuries – a damaged shoulder and chest, skinned heels.  We set off from where we were.


The rain and wind were apocalyptic.  Just once the rain stopped enough to risk the camera.  Fortunately the route on this final day of walking has changed since I last walked it.  It now takes you well away from the main road which would have been awful in these conditions.

We stopped to warm up with cola-cao on the outskirts of Santiago.  A few minutes from the centre we passed our hotel, the excellent Girasol, and dropped our stuff off.  Those who were soaked through found dry-ish clothes, and we walked the Cathedral




Mike and I are immune to tempestas as we celebrate arriving.

Entering the familiar atmosphere of the Cathedral, we found silence amongst the bustle (although the weather meant only nine other pilgrims arrived that day), praying before the altar and the saint.


Welcomed into the Pilgrim Office by our good friend John, warmed up with an excellent dinner at the Girasol with John and the Big Man, a long siesta, another dinner, and then …

an extraordinarily rich couple of days …

camino retreat – interval

Wednesday 5th February, our second day of walking, was a day of hard showers and interludes.

After breakfast  – when Mike and I sought to disprove Rebekah’s assertion that Spanish doughnuts are no good (they fuelled the walking, but I’d go for porridge to maximise this) –  we began with our morning reflection.

George Herbert’s Love was a good place to start, God’s grace gently summoning us back to him, and the theme of love happening through meals and hospitality – something that fits so well with what we receive on the camino, but also in each of the lives of the four of us (see the previous post on End Hunger Fast for how this fits in my life and ministry at the moment).

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
        Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
        From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
        If I lack’d anything.

“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
        Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
        I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
        “Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
        Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
        “My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
        So I did sit and eat. 

We thought about Jesus’ call to follow him, about how we can tell we are close to him through our growing compassion for others.  This quote from St Athanasius’ Life of Antony, perhaps counter-intuitively for those on pilgrimage, spoke to us:

Some leave home and cross the seas in order to gain an education, but there is no need for us to go away on account of the Kingdom of God nor need we cross the sea in search of virtue. For the Lord has told us, “The Kingdom of God is within you.” All that is needed for goodness is that which is within, the human heart.

There is after all the job of returning home and living there.  Pilgrimage is an interlude which can make things clearer.

In the early morning, the rain stopped and something beautiful happened


The sun – those of us who live in Europe had not seen it since Christmas.  Even Kathy, coming out of Californian drought was missing it.  The fields around, full of water, were lit up.  A rainbow – heralding the next rains – arced across a quarry.  We stopped and I took out my notebook and read RS Thomas’ The Bright Field (you can read it here).

The weather made the walking much more comfortable.  We were able to pause more, to look around.  We passed some wonderful homemade sculptures.


We rested rather than sheltered in bars as we drank a coffee or a claro, we were able to sit next to a forest path to eat bocadillo.


We walked the long straight path into Sigueiro and celebrated with beer.  As the accommodation there has declined, we had arranged to stay a few kilometres outside at the Hotel Vicente.  Ignatio picked us up.  Again, we found that we were the first pilgrims through this year.  We had a good dinner of what the kitchen had – welcome warm caldo, fish, tarta santiago.  Being with Rebekah meant we had good knowledge of the local wines.  Good conversation, and then to bed to listen to the next storm beating the highway …

camino retreat – a question of perspective

Sometime – I can’t remember if it was on the day into Bruma or the next – we shared Ben Okri’s poem The World is Rich from his wonderful collection Wild.

You can hear him reading it here.

This helped us think about the way we look at things – in what ways was that soaking, exhausting struggle up the hill a gift?  

Any journey, any following of Jesus, can be an opportunity to move closer to or further away from the heart of love.  They can be opportunities for good or for ill?  How can we tell if we are on the right track?

Okri gave us some important clues about this – compassion – real, active love of others is a key to this.


Found by Kathy at Teixedo.  Stone or heart?  What does it say about my heart?

It was such a gift to be able to think and pray and talk this through with a group of wonderfully deep and socially committed people.