I wonder why these posts arrived today? As I was out walking this morning, testing my poor old knee, I was doing a few things in my mind: trying to be where I was; thinking of Dave Bugg, and saying: Dave Bugg, Dave Bugg, with my footsteps. Then: You pick em up, I'll put em down, with my footsteps.
Then: Dear Pilgrim, who are you? When, how, did you become pilgrim?
So, who am I ? I have the nerve to describe myself as a pilgrim.
What gave me that right?
What is a pilgrim?
Who is a pilgrim?
In 2006 a friend had enough time to plan walking the
Camino Frances from Roncesvalles. I walked with her. An amazing grace.
In 2013, same friend had more time available, and together we walked from Oporto to Santiago. Once more, a gift.
In 2017, a very painful week walking from Leon to Oviedo. Still, a blessing.
2018, a rebellion! A flat walk along a river!
2019: if all the stars align, the Camino Ingles.
Will all this make me a pilgrim?