Well today was kind of big day while walking through Sahagún we passed the halfway point of the Camino. We are a bit passed halfway but the Spanish only count from Roncesvalles, not from Saint Jean Pied-de-Port in France.
That is me standing in between the statues that mark the halfway point. It was a neat experience to physically stand there in the threshold of the next phase of the Camino.
And the pilgrimage feels like it is about halfway… It has been really great and challenging and wonderful and tiring. I have enjoyed it though. I have found myself being drawn to walking alone a bit more recently.
The time in silence is welcome. Seminary and life in general is so full of words. The Camino has provided a space to empty some of that out and to take a chance to jut listen for the song of creation and the voice of God. That has been one of my most favorite parts of this journey. Praying and waiting, watching and showing, and listening and speaking to the Creator.
**Now**
*Live for the present moment, which is where life is to be lived and God’s presence is to be known. The future – if indeed we are given a future – will come out of today. And we will need every moment of today to prepare us for the possibility of tomorrow.
-Br. Curtis Almquist*
This came in my email a day ago and it it really pertinent to this journey. It is important and fundamental to remember that today, the now, is the gift of pilgrimage. The arrival at Santiago de Compostela will be amazing but the real lessons of the pilgrimage will likely occur on some lonely rocky path, a café with friends, or in a church older than my country.
The image of the *tiger pilgrim* really jumped out at me today. My mom used to call me Tiger Joe when I was little, so it was a bit of a throwback to my childhood. Which fits in with one of my focus points for this pilgrimage.
In the last two days a lot of the scenery has looked like Benton County, the farmland where I was raised, right down to the John Deere tractors that were in the fields. It was quite powerful to have a whole day and a half almost of envisioning myself walking through the land where I was raised.
Switch out the fields of wheat for corn and soybeans and I would have been right at home. But those fields are also not where I belong, I had to keep walking no matter how familiar they felt.
Right before arriving in town today there there was a magical shady grove with a fountain of icy cold water. It was super welcome after having walked without much shade for the last two days.
The Camino, like life, is full of amazing little spots if you take the time to look for them. A lesson that I need to remind myself of everyday, perhaps more often. Because in the most unexpected spots you find amazing things, like the lentil soup made by a bar owner’s mother last night or a really delicious flan this afternoon.
I think it may be time for food.
Wishing you every blessing friends.