Aspi
New Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- 2020
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Two summers ago I walked from Roncesvalles to Rome (well, from LePuy en Velay to St Michel de Maurienne I took the Blablacar service).
The pilgrimage was a wonderful box for my interiority to resonate in that open space of the European noon.
I remember going through the Aubrac plateau whistling the melody of a Mozart concerto, in a mediocre but enthusiastic way, and discovering an unfathomable dimension in it only because the silence of the fields seemed to be listening to me.
I remember an afternoon near Auvillar when the tall grasses along the road, with their graceful dedication, seemed to be echoes of an old inner voice, drowned since adolescence, and that now, at 51 years old, seemed to re-emerge.
I remember that the old wisdom accumulated by centuries of civilization in France and Italy, immanent in a cheese, in the stones of an old bridge or mill, in a gesture of kindness or in a turn of the language was insufferably painful and beautiful at the same time because I realized that everything in my land is being left aside.
I remember that when I arrived in Rome, and went to see the Vatican museums, the splendor of the bodies of Michelangelo in the vault of the Sistine Chapel unexpectedly resolved one of the central tensions in my life, that of harmony of the sensual and spiritual.
When I made this pilgrimage to Rome, I already knew it, although only intuitively: already my first Camino de Santiago, in 1995, had been very fertile in resonance learning. I had finished my university studies in linguistics and literature, but only in the silence of Palencia did I realize that language had another dimension, another ferment, and thus, someone who came from an atheist culture discovered the greatness of religious prayer.
It was this past year, when I came across the work of the German thinker H.Rosa, that I explicitly realized that resonance is a key concept to understand what happens on a pilgrimage, and by contrast, what that does NOT happen in our daily lives, or at least what is almost impossible to happen as we have life set up in the West today. And what does this impossibility consist of? Ahhh, suspense hahaha! I suggest you read H.Rosa, but for now, I would like someone else to tell here the “resonant” experiences of him as a pilgrim.
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Two summers ago I walked from Roncesvalles to Rome (well, from LePuy en Velay to St Michel de Maurienne I took the Blablacar service).
The pilgrimage was a wonderful box for my interiority to resonate in that open space of the European noon.
I remember going through the Aubrac plateau whistling the melody of a Mozart concerto, in a mediocre but enthusiastic way, and discovering an unfathomable dimension in it only because the silence of the fields seemed to be listening to me.
I remember an afternoon near Auvillar when the tall grasses along the road, with their graceful dedication, seemed to be echoes of an old inner voice, drowned since adolescence, and that now, at 51 years old, seemed to re-emerge.
I remember that the old wisdom accumulated by centuries of civilization in France and Italy, immanent in a cheese, in the stones of an old bridge or mill, in a gesture of kindness or in a turn of the language was insufferably painful and beautiful at the same time because I realized that everything in my land is being left aside.
I remember that when I arrived in Rome, and went to see the Vatican museums, the splendor of the bodies of Michelangelo in the vault of the Sistine Chapel unexpectedly resolved one of the central tensions in my life, that of harmony of the sensual and spiritual.
When I made this pilgrimage to Rome, I already knew it, although only intuitively: already my first Camino de Santiago, in 1995, had been very fertile in resonance learning. I had finished my university studies in linguistics and literature, but only in the silence of Palencia did I realize that language had another dimension, another ferment, and thus, someone who came from an atheist culture discovered the greatness of religious prayer.
It was this past year, when I came across the work of the German thinker H.Rosa, that I explicitly realized that resonance is a key concept to understand what happens on a pilgrimage, and by contrast, what that does NOT happen in our daily lives, or at least what is almost impossible to happen as we have life set up in the West today. And what does this impossibility consist of? Ahhh, suspense hahaha! I suggest you read H.Rosa, but for now, I would like someone else to tell here the “resonant” experiences of him as a pilgrim.
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