TiedyeAT
New Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- 12/23
Pamplona dropped away to the East as I began the arduous ascent West. Giant wind turbines barely turned along the crest of this mountain. My Way marks stood silent like frozen sentinels in the distance.
Day 3 on the Frances’ began reluctantly, gloomy grey sullen. Mud clung to my shoes as if it were my long lost hiking buddy on this pilgrimage.
Having hiked a fair bit in the past, I sensed my energy draining, much like my cellphone and always at the worse possible time! I was only 5k in with more to climb, not to mention what I dislike most…long arduous descents!
Quitting isn’t in my vernacular, so offered up my go to prayer in times like these. “Please give me strength to continue forward on this challenging day…” I offered this unspoken to The Source of all things, that ethereal energy surrounding our world.
Shortly after, I entered the quaint village of Zariquigui. Empty, not a soul in sight like a modern day ghost town. Then, seemingly out of the fog, there was a person just ahead! In my limited Spanish,l called out, “Pardone, supermercado?
I thought she was too far away. To my surprise, she gestured in a way that told me nothing was open. My expression said what I could not. Nearly imperceptibly , she was before me. She reached out and gently rested her hand on my shoulder …”How uncharacteristic of a stranger?”, I thought.
She nearly whispered , “You’re chilled and soaking wet. Please come and warm yourself .” I wondered, “Where?!” Politely and I thought ,understandably, I thanked her and begged off, expressing my gratitude. She looked contentedly into my eyes, as if I were a longtime friend, her hand now warm on my shoulder. In that moment, it was if she were searching my Soul. She smiled in a way I’ll remember forever, stamped on my heart! I felt Grace and began to feel that emotion deep within my heart was touched, as tears welled up.
I turned away so she wouldn’t see the first tear falling. A few steps further, I turned to thank her one last time. But this beautiful angel was no longer there!
A foggy rain seeped from the sky, as if crying for me.
Continuing along the Way, I soon became aware a quiet energy subtly lifted my Spirit.
Perhaps, Angels are there when we fervently pray…
Day 3 on the Frances’ began reluctantly, gloomy grey sullen. Mud clung to my shoes as if it were my long lost hiking buddy on this pilgrimage.
Having hiked a fair bit in the past, I sensed my energy draining, much like my cellphone and always at the worse possible time! I was only 5k in with more to climb, not to mention what I dislike most…long arduous descents!
Quitting isn’t in my vernacular, so offered up my go to prayer in times like these. “Please give me strength to continue forward on this challenging day…” I offered this unspoken to The Source of all things, that ethereal energy surrounding our world.
Shortly after, I entered the quaint village of Zariquigui. Empty, not a soul in sight like a modern day ghost town. Then, seemingly out of the fog, there was a person just ahead! In my limited Spanish,l called out, “Pardone, supermercado?
I thought she was too far away. To my surprise, she gestured in a way that told me nothing was open. My expression said what I could not. Nearly imperceptibly , she was before me. She reached out and gently rested her hand on my shoulder …”How uncharacteristic of a stranger?”, I thought.
She nearly whispered , “You’re chilled and soaking wet. Please come and warm yourself .” I wondered, “Where?!” Politely and I thought ,understandably, I thanked her and begged off, expressing my gratitude. She looked contentedly into my eyes, as if I were a longtime friend, her hand now warm on my shoulder. In that moment, it was if she were searching my Soul. She smiled in a way I’ll remember forever, stamped on my heart! I felt Grace and began to feel that emotion deep within my heart was touched, as tears welled up.
I turned away so she wouldn’t see the first tear falling. A few steps further, I turned to thank her one last time. But this beautiful angel was no longer there!
A foggy rain seeped from the sky, as if crying for me.
Continuing along the Way, I soon became aware a quiet energy subtly lifted my Spirit.
Perhaps, Angels are there when we fervently pray…