On the final days of this 300-kilometer pilgrimage, my focus is on the road ahead as it reveals new vistas at every turn on the path. I learn to see the truth beneath the words.
I loved reading along as you reflected back on your pilgrimage which ended up truly being a walk back home to you - a full immersion of your integral self. The dropping away of partitioning it into thirds really touched me.
Here’s to the ascension to self and loving the journey ⛰️🐐
I'm deeply touched by how you searched for and instilled meaning into your pilgrimage, and found that "I was living in the passage of the past but it was not holding me back. The past was in the waves that would carry me forward. I was held by all the ways I had loved and been loved. Most crucially, I was held by myself." In your heightened awareness of walking and living in the moment, you have integrated your past, present and future and let go of the need to control your circumstances and outcomes.
The forest and river where you sprinkled your dear mother's ashes look magical! I'm sure she approved, as well as your entrance into the chapel for the nun's songs.
I've witnessed your beautiful spiritual maturation since you've been on the Camino. It's also really interesting to read those passages in the Book of Awakening. I still have fresh memories of the mornings when I read those passages you quoted, especially the one about the fish gills. How seamlessly and beautifully you've threaded those spiritual musings and invitations to go deeper into your soul into your physical journey -- "turning pain into wonder, heartache into joy."
Louisa, this thoughtful comment fills my heart & soul with such warmth & gratitude for having a friend like you, a soul bestie, who really ‘sees’ me. I am glad so much of what I wrote landed exactly as I intended. I know I am not alone on this journey inwards; so much of our human struggle is universal & in sharing, we feel less alone💗
I see you, Amy! Your writing is like the calm water of a lake that reflects the nuanced dance of light and shadows of our soul's longing. Indeed, much of our human struggle is universal and through being mirrors of one another, we feel a sense of communion. Thanks for this gift that you bring to the world from the depth of your soul. 💗
I loved reading along as you reflected back on your pilgrimage which ended up truly being a walk back home to you - a full immersion of your integral self. The dropping away of partitioning it into thirds really touched me.
Here’s to the ascension to self and loving the journey ⛰️🐐
Thank you so much for reading along and for this beautiful reflection. ‘Ascension of self’ sounds sacred, which it is.💗
I'm deeply touched by how you searched for and instilled meaning into your pilgrimage, and found that "I was living in the passage of the past but it was not holding me back. The past was in the waves that would carry me forward. I was held by all the ways I had loved and been loved. Most crucially, I was held by myself." In your heightened awareness of walking and living in the moment, you have integrated your past, present and future and let go of the need to control your circumstances and outcomes.
The forest and river where you sprinkled your dear mother's ashes look magical! I'm sure she approved, as well as your entrance into the chapel for the nun's songs.
I've witnessed your beautiful spiritual maturation since you've been on the Camino. It's also really interesting to read those passages in the Book of Awakening. I still have fresh memories of the mornings when I read those passages you quoted, especially the one about the fish gills. How seamlessly and beautifully you've threaded those spiritual musings and invitations to go deeper into your soul into your physical journey -- "turning pain into wonder, heartache into joy."
Louisa, this thoughtful comment fills my heart & soul with such warmth & gratitude for having a friend like you, a soul bestie, who really ‘sees’ me. I am glad so much of what I wrote landed exactly as I intended. I know I am not alone on this journey inwards; so much of our human struggle is universal & in sharing, we feel less alone💗
I see you, Amy! Your writing is like the calm water of a lake that reflects the nuanced dance of light and shadows of our soul's longing. Indeed, much of our human struggle is universal and through being mirrors of one another, we feel a sense of communion. Thanks for this gift that you bring to the world from the depth of your soul. 💗
I think that may be my favorite description of my writing ever. Thank you!
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