PJ and I are following Nathan Mizrachi’s blog “Life is a Camino” as he walks the Compostela pilgrimage. Today we learned that the poetry of the road has joined him as a companion.
This is my third week on the Way of St. James, and I think I’m finally getting the hang of it (but perhaps not French computers, which is making this post excruciatingly difficult). After walking about 400-500 km I have recognize certain sounds that pop up wherever I happen to be. If you close your eyes after reading this, hopefully you will get a sense for what it sounds like to walk The Way.
1. The wind rustling through trees and high grass.
2. The distant roaring noise of a car approaching you on the highway, and the rush of sound a it passes you.
3. The cacophony of buzzing you hear — either high tension power lines overhead, or a symphony of crickets chirping in the grass.
4. The unreciprocated echo of church bells tolling in a small village, fading into the still heat of midday.
5. The constant…
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Dennis, I discovered this lovely blog through a link on your site and have been following it ever since. Thank you! What a great network of scholars and poets you have.
Thanks, Judy. When we started this blog, we weren’t sure that many people would be interested in photography and writing about medieval architecture. One of the great delights is the wonderful group of people who participate on a regular basis by posting or commenting. It is a great network, as you say.