As I walked intentionally toward Santiago;
Unknowingly, I moved away from life as I had lived it.

As I climbed mountains,
I descended towards my vulnerabilities.

As my suffering body limped painfully along the path,
my curious imagination grew more flexible.

As I drank litres of water to hydrate my body each day,
my spirit sought thirstily for a seemingly elusive oasis.

As I faithfully recorded my thoughts and experiences,
invisible understandings of Reality were being erased.

Orientation towards Compostela was unwavering.
Whenever there was a choice of which way to go,
lovingly placed yellow arrows pointed towards my pilgrimage goal.
I followed them all the way to the Cathedral of St. James.

 Even now, I remember with relief and gratitude the joy of arriving.
“I made it! Where am I?” I asked as I prayed in the sanctuary.
I still cannot find the place
on the map entitled, My Former Life!

Philippians 3:13b-14(NRSV)

“… this one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, 
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus.”