vwzoo
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- 2018
I walked Camino Frances in Sept 2018 and hope to walk it one more time this November and December as my retirement gift to myself. One of the things that made it so very special for me was walking each morning, predawn, under the stars and moon, the world quiet, watching the sun rise begin and slowly becoming day. Alone, the sound of the ground crunching under my boots, just the sound of my breathing. My time of conversation with God under the so beautiful sky of brilliant stars and moon. I am rereading the book The Karamazov brothers. There is a passage that almost captures how I felt in those moments.
"He had only just been hearing his voice, and that voice was still ringing in his ears. He was listening, still expecting other words, but suddenly he turned sharply and went out of his cell. He did not stop at the steps either, but went quickly down; his soul, overflowing with rapture yearned for freedom, space, openness. The vault of heaven, full of soft, shining stars, stretched, vast and fathomless above him. The Milky Way ran in two pale streams from the zenith to the horizon The fresh, motionless, still night enfolded the earth. The white towers and golden dome of the cathedral gleamed out against the sapphire sky. The gorgeous autumn flowers, in the beds around the house, were slumbering till morning. The silence of the earth seemed to melt into the silence of heaven. The mystery of the earth was one with the mystery of the stars..."
The mystery of faith, the mystery of the Camino.
"He had only just been hearing his voice, and that voice was still ringing in his ears. He was listening, still expecting other words, but suddenly he turned sharply and went out of his cell. He did not stop at the steps either, but went quickly down; his soul, overflowing with rapture yearned for freedom, space, openness. The vault of heaven, full of soft, shining stars, stretched, vast and fathomless above him. The Milky Way ran in two pale streams from the zenith to the horizon The fresh, motionless, still night enfolded the earth. The white towers and golden dome of the cathedral gleamed out against the sapphire sky. The gorgeous autumn flowers, in the beds around the house, were slumbering till morning. The silence of the earth seemed to melt into the silence of heaven. The mystery of the earth was one with the mystery of the stars..."
The mystery of faith, the mystery of the Camino.
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