The Wrestle

Yesterday I made notes for a post that might be seen as a little bit over-dramatic, even for me. The artfully repetitive prose and doomy gloomy metaphors, although eloquently written if I do say so myself, border on the ramblings of a mad woman. So instead of sharing these, I’ll tuck them away for a … Continue reading The Wrestle

My Backwards Walk

The last time I sat down to write a post I was finishing my second Camino, and I write this now having just embarked on my sixth. Something about this walk still draws me in and keeps me strolling along in the bubble of kindness, friendship, spirituality and exhaustion induced hysteria that all pilgrims come … Continue reading My Backwards Walk