Where Did I Go?

Pilgrim arriving in Santiago de Compostela ©Timothy Charles Geoffrion, email for permission to copy.

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 liters 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!

©Jill K H Geoffrion
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Pilgrim arriving in Santiago de Compostela, Spain  Photo credit: ©Timothy Charles Geoffrion

“… 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.”
Philippians 3:13b-14 (NRSV)


Remember in God’s presence
a time when you thought you knew “where you were going,”
but you ended up somewhere else.

Ask to be given more understanding.

When it comes,
give thanks.