Walking the Camino de Santiago, I learned that the sooner you let go of your “script”, the better. And gratefully, you make space to be a pilgrim—learning, adapting, and welcoming the gifts of gratitude and pausing, and wonder and healing.I…
Did you see any of the photos from the epic—around the moon—mission?With some images never before seen by human eyes.I have just one word: Awe. Oh, and goosebumps. Okay… two words.And I loved this headline in today’s newspaper: “The Mission…
Yesterday, we walked the Burgo Bridge (Puente del Burgo) in Pontevedra, Spain. Called the bridge for pilgrims—a medieval bridge built over an older bridge of Roman origin, which crosses the Lérez River. And the scallop shell with a yellow arrow…
There are two places we need to go often.A place that heals you.And a place that inspires you.Both places embrace the permission (the invitation) to show up. To this life. To this day. To be here now. Because we know…
On NPR's This American Life, Ira Glass interviewed a young woman, a singer with a Riverdance troupe. She told how one day, the troupe collectively decided to purchase a batch of lottery tickets. The plan (buoyed by sheer conviction and…
"The barracks were full of them. The image was repeated over and over again. Butterflies. They were everywhere I looked. Some were crude. Others were quite detailed." In 1946 Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross visited the Maidenek concentration camp. The children's barracks…
At a playground, a woman sits down next to a man seated on a park bench. "That's my son over there," she tells him, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater, gliding down the slide."He's a fine-looking boy,"…
On my walk this morning, the geese are huddled, no doubt wishing they had headed south for the winter.“I get it,” I tell them.And since the geese weren’t in a hurry to scurry off, I decided a brief homily wouldn’t…
The young couple stands in the long ticket queue at Knott's Berry Farm. Between the ticket kiosk and the main gate their two young boys—maybe ages five and six—are passing the time, playing, waiting for their parents. Their focus of…
This morning, on the first Sunday of Advent, I lit a candle in The Porto Cathedral, where my Camino began almost three weeks ago. And began to walk north again, on the Camino route for just the first stage, as…