Monday, August 2, 2010

Back from the peace and reflection

It's been a week since I last blogged on my El Camino pages.

Obviously my initial promise to keep you all updated never worked out. On my last post, I explained why. I felt so totally consumed with love for God, and my faith, and for once, I wasn't willing to share it with people, except those with whom were also on a true pilgrimage. I'd never felt such true happiness as this before - it was so complete, and so overwhelming that I would become overly emotional and burst into tears with such gratitude and love. It was all strange for me, as it was the first (but hopefully not the last) time I experienced such feelings as this. I eagerly look forward to the day that I will encounter this wholeness of love for God again, because I am certain that it was returned back to me...

I was truly blessed on my pilgrimage. So often, I felt filled, and surrounded by God's love. It's one of the only explanations I can give for my ability to walk all the way to Santiago de Compostela - especially after my knees and feet had been so bad during my first week and a bit. Friend's and Family's prayers back home for me truly worked, and I'm so grateful to them for those.


What was it like?
It was truly amazing! I already miss getting up at 06:00 in order to get out of the doors by 06:45-07:00. I miss seeing the sunrise whilst breathing in the clean, unpolluted air of the paths and trailways of rural Spain! I miss the famous 'mixed salad', which was the only thing I ate for dinner for about a week! I miss having my backpack and guitar on my back, along with the travel pouch that became an extra limb! Mostly, I miss that closeness with God - a closeness which I feel one can only really experience if they are isolated from the material world of people, opportunity and information. I miss heading for the Parroquial (Parish) albergues, where I was graced with that element of community and faith. I miss randomly encountering my pilgrimage friends at a cafe, or at the albergue (the pilgrim hostels) or even along the way.

I didn't really like how many Spanish people (who were referred to as 'false pilgrims' by an ex-monk that I'd met at a Pulperiain Melide) joined on or just before the last 100km to gain the Compostela. I even heard many of them plan to take the bus, but stop off at various villages just to get stamps on their credencial in order to 'qualify' for the compostela. Of course, at the last stages of the Camino, most people who had been walking for over 2 weeks were needing more rest, but people failed to respect that, and were even sometimes selfish.

Great people I encountered
I encountered some fantastic and inspirational people whilst on my pilgrimage:

Cayte, physically the strongest woman I met on the pilgrimage, despite carrying over 12kg in her backpack! She also had a tenderness that I suspect she's not used to revealing, but I felt her genuine care when I was at my worst physically. We now keep in touch via facebook (the only pilgrim friend I have on facebook, actually!). I met her at Eunate on my third day.

Marie-Rose was the albergue Hospitalera at Eunate. Her genuine care of each and every pilgrim was felt down to the very core of me. Her gentleness was beautiful to see, and this was my first real experience of the love of Jesus as very much alive along El Camino.

Eduardo was a Spanish guy I met for one evening at Eunate. He wasn't walking El Camino - he was was actually walking to Rome!I remember asking him what he does, and he smiled at me and said that he doesn't have a job - he's a full time pilgrim. This being only my third day in, I secretly scoffed at the idea of being a 'full time pilgrim', and thought he was a little bit crazy. Only... once I'd been walking for a week on El Camino, I saw exactly what he meant. I now wish I'd exchanged details with him so that we could keep in contact and share our pilgrim experiences!

Walter: The Italian whom I could never communicate with very well because of my lack of any language he spoke. We had actually taken the same flight out from Stanstead, and we'd met on the bus from the airport in France to Bayonne station. I encountered him throughout the whole of El Camino - he was even there at Santiago de Compostela, where I last saw him. I will remember him for helping the Church, because on the first night after the first stage of my walk, he had helped the collection at Mass in Roncesvalles.

Bridgitte was someone I'd met at Estella, at the Parroquial albergue there. At first, I found her declarations of faith to be too in my face - I don't usually like the whole 'faith in your face' thing. I find evangelism more suitable for me, if it's lived out in everyday life, rather than through words. But I later learned that she lived in a Convent for 8 years. The most prominent meetings I had with her were at Reliegos, where we enjoyed dinner together at a 'hippy-like' vegetarian café (vegetarianism hasn't taken off in Northern Spain yet!). I think she was trying to fend off:

American Ron... otherwise known as Ron Lawson, the American. He really was... American. Patriotic as. I'd first met him en route with Marcell, when Hannah, and Cayte were trying to fix Cayte's shoe (ov course we were in the middle of nowhere). My most prominent time with Ron were on two occasions: 1) When we were both staying at Sahagun Benedictine Convent. 2) When we walked together for about a day around Foncebadon. Ron was quite eager to learn a little bit of Spanish, French and German so that he could better communicate with more people along El Camino! I shared with him my relationship problems, and I remember him telling me how sorry he was about the situation. He was very interested to know how I manage to base my love and sex life on the foundations of my faith.

Hannah was a lovely girl... the youngest pilgrim I encountered on El Camino. She was 16, and highly independent. She, like Ron, was also interested to know how I base my love and sex life on my faith. I remember her saying how she liked how I don't shove my faith down people's throats. I never saw her after the Austrian albergue.

Marcell was the German joker! I encountered him more in the latter stages of El Camino, for example at Monte del Gozo (the day before reaching Santiago de Compostela), when I was able to join him and his German friend for dinner. Outside, he was as macho as one would find in a super hero, but I sensed at one point that he wasn't averse to opening up, and even describing some of his dreams to me!

Jose-Luis was the Hospitalero at Tosantos... one of the best albergues I stayed at. One of his friends took the pilgrims staying there to a mountain about 0.5km away that had a hidden chapel within it - an absolutely beautiful experience. There was also a chapel on the loft of the albergue itself, and I guess that everyday, he got willing pilgrims to write thoughts and prayers onto pieces of paper, to be read out loud by future pilgrims passing through his doors. At the end of the prayer and reflection session, we sang salve regina. He was such a man of God, that I appreciated staying at this albergue more so, than many others.

Victoria at Sanbol was also a wonderful person - giving back to El Camino after she'd been a pilgrim herself. I will always remember her together with the albergue she was the hospitalera to - a place of healing. Sanbol was a place of healing water. At this point of the pilgrimage, I was about 3 days into healing... so my knees were still quite sore. So I dipped both my legs into the cold healing waters. That's not as bad as Christopher that day, who dived into the little freezing pool! Victoria shared wise words with us - slow down; don't 'run' on El Camino, otherwise you might miss something. These words lived with me during the Camino, and I made it a special point to avoid rushing as much as possible. This included commencing my walk for the day before natural sunlight!

I met someone who regretted rushing her Camino, and leaving before natural sunlight. That was Carole - who was such a fun person, with lots of energy. She'd admitted that for the first 24 or so days of her Camino, she was keen to keep up with her pilgrimage friends, who woke up at 04:30 and began walking by 05:00 getting to an albergue about 2 hours before it even opened. I met her at Foncebadon, not long after she'd decided to begin taking El Camino the way it was intended - walked in daylight, and without rushing! "All my life I'm rushing, but I don't want to do that anymore!" she'd said.

Vicky was one of the Canadians I'd met on El Camino. She was a very bubbly character, but think she was just one seriously fast-paced woman. She was very in touch with her intuition... whenever a village didn't seem like it had a lot of positive energy, she would walk through it onto the next village. I remember talking to her whilst walking once, about my faith, because as every body usually is, one is naturally interested in why another is walking El Camino. At Ventosa, she had told me that I inspired her to talk to God again... and this is one of the greatest blessings I was graced with during my Camino.

Justin and Jennifer the Canadians who I couldn't decipher were in a relationship or not! They were so lovely to offer to pay for a dinner for me when I told them I was running out of dough! I wasn't really in need, so I refused their offer, although I often questioned whether it was right to reject their charity! I suppose I knew I had a little cash left, so I didn't consider myself a charity at that point! Jennifer had bad knees around the same time as me, and I last encountered her at Villafranca around the 26th day. Justin and Jennifer were with me at the healing albergue in Sanbol, and I remember her knees were in their healing stages, but between there and Villafranca must have gotten worse, as she was literally in crutches when I saw her last. I hoped and prayed that she and Justin would make it all the way to Santiago, because they were such lovely people. I will always remember Justin for being one of the calmest people I've ever met, and Jennifer for being the complete opposite - energetic and open!

Steve was the first Brit I met on the Camino. He claimed to be walking El Camino because he was 'walking the dog' - his dog's name was Molly! He quit at Leon, because Molly wasn't doing so well, and Spain's rural people don't treat dogs the way we do in Britain!

Pete was from Reading, about an hour away from where I live. He was really interesting, and he was also equally interested in the Camino and the people you encounter. I think I got on with him one of the most. He had a great sense of humour, and I'm naturally drawn to people with a great sense of humour.

Mario was the Italian who lives in London - and he did El Camino with a donkey name Quicho! I think the donkey took to me really well, and seemed to like walking with me! Mario was a professional photographer who loved to take landscape photography, but his own business involved him taking photography for Art pieces. He was a great person who had walked El Camino more than once before, and he fears that the commercialism of El Camino will soon take over the spirit of the Camino, which is one of giving and sharing. On the night of Spain winning the world cup, I was at an albergue with Mario and:

Francisca the German lady who loved to spend her sleeping time as much outdoors as possible. She struggled at the Benedictine Convent in Leon, and said she left it to sleep outside because it was so claustrophobic. When Mario and I had cooked dinner at Mazarife (just before the World Cup Final match started), she said that I was a really caring person, and I was surprised that someone would pick up on that just by making dinner! I think she had a lot of inner strength, and was one of those people that has strong faith and prefers to keep that internal.

At Molinaseca, I met an Hospitalero that said I was a genuinely nice person, and that there are few people like me in the world. His name was Matthias. He was involved in an accident that completely ruined his knee - so he didn't walk very well at all, yet I first saw him when he was changing the bedsheets of the top bunk bed mattresses in an albergue with quite a lot of steps! I told him that I was thinking of returning back to help at an albergue, and that I would be interested in coming back to this one, where he could also teach me Spanish. He could tell that I was an eager student, and he was very generous to offer me the use of his centri-fugal machine to help dry my clothes quicker! He was a lovely man who may have been viewed as a handicap by some, but to me, was probably a lot stronger mentally, physically and spiritually, than most other people who were walking El Camino.

Sergio was a Spaniard who really struggled with his feet due to blisters for most of the Camino. I can't remember the first time I encountered him, but the first time I noticed that he'd been staying at most of the same albergues as myself was at Castrojeriz. I normally understand Spanish ok, but for some reason, I couldn't understand his a lot of the time. I asked him if he is speaking Castellano, and he said yes! So I don't know... I just couldn't seem to communicate with him as much as I'd wanted to. It was through him I met:

Carmenchu! She was a lovely lady, who I think must have been such a stunner when she was younger. She had long grey hair that she plaited everyday. She always called me cariño! And she was always so concerned for my health. Around day 27, I'd developed blisters that needed popping, and so she was so lovely to lend me some of her solutions, along with Sergio. They walked together a bit, as they were supporting each other - and this was just so lovely to see. Everytime I bumped into them, I was invited to join them, but felt that I wanted to walk as much of my Camino alone, and not become too reliant on companionship with any groups. She had such a generous heart - one which really reflected the selflessness of Jesus.

Xavier was the French man with one of his EIGHT children with him on the Camino. His son's name was Constantine. I felt a holiness in this man, that I don't feel in very many people. He was very strong in his Catholic faith, and I could tell he loved his wife and children very much. I see Xavier as an example of how I'd like the father of my children to be... firmly loyal to his family. Not sure about the eight kids thing for me though - I guess I'll have as many as God wills me to have! In him, I found inspiration for my future relationships, and am now more inclined to say I'd want a Catholic husband. He called me a good friend, but I honestly felt that it was I who was graced with meeting him and Constantine, who attends a special school for children. I think Constantine has a mental problem, but I am not clear on what. All of his children have Marie in their names - I absolutely loved this. I will never forget this Father and Son, who made me wonder and pray even more fervently about the future of my own family to come.

Father Andrew was the Polish Priest I encountered during the final walks of my Camino - in fact, it was the penultimate day. This is one of the most special moments for me. It was about 07:45 when I began praying my first Rosary of the day. He obviously saw the Rosary in my hand, and for the first time on my Camino, someone asked to join me in prayer. I was at first shocked, because God was answering my prayer right then and there, and replied "of course", but that I'd already started and that I'm still on my first decade. After the decade had passed, he asked me my name, and then told me he was a Priest. He certainly didn't look like a Priest! After he said thank you, I saw him stop at a rememberance stand, where clearly someone had died in previous years. At every place of rememberance, I always stopped, and prayed for their soul, but I couldn't this time as I was getting emotional! I was filled with that all-consuming love for God once again, and I remember the feel of undiluted happiness. The whole of that moment was a true blessing, for it was the answer to a question I had been seeking then and there. I later encountered him outside the Church at Monte del Gozo, where as I asked him to pray for the soul of my Grandad. The last time I saw him, was when we'd both arrived at Stanstead airport on the same flight. I gave him my details - because I have no doubt that this man truly was a man of God, and that for those very strange yet fulfilling moments, he was an answer given to me by God.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Two weeks in...

So... it´s pretty much been two weeks since I´ve contacted anybody from back home - family included! I finally spoke to them yesterday, and it was great to hear familiar voices (as opposed to the voices in my head)! Happy birthday to Nay - sorry I missed it :(


Some Figures
I´m now in Frómista - I passed Burgos 3 days ago. I´ve walked around 300km of the 830km from St. Jean Pied de Port to Santiago de Compostela. Generally, by 10:00(am) I´ll have walked at least 12km plus stopped at a café for some breakfast! I´m currently walking around 4km/hr, although for the first week and a half, I was walking (or limping!!!) at a much slower pace. I´m 14 days in, and am still on track to reach Santiago de Compostela for the 24th July 2010.



The Pain
Now... my pain isn´t even a tenth of what our Lord and Saviour suffered I´m sure... but I was still in pain nonetheless - so much so that I was over-dosing on Ibuprofen (I, being someone that doesn´t take medication!), and still waking up in the middle of the night wanting to scream in pain because any rotation in any direction of my knees was unbearable. The first two days were great for me - simply because I hardly felt any pain, compared to the third day onwards. But for seven days after this, I limped my way on El Camino, and caught a bus to cover 15km of my walk on my most painful day. I also paid for my guitar to be transported for two of my worst days too. A blister under the balls of my feet also made it very difficult to walk on some occasions, so I removed 2.6kg from my rucksack and got it sent to Santiago to bring back home with me from there. So the first week was pretty devastating for me, in that my struggles almost seemed like they would remain for the rest of my Camino. Feeling as though the bottom half of my body was going to drop off made me question my physical strength - something which I never had a problem with until this point in my life!



Strength
I probably would have given up if I hadn´t received a divine intervention - since that very very special moment for me, I was determined not to give up - and I was also determined to carry my guitar and walk as much as I could through the pain. I know I´m meant to finish this Camino, and I know that I must do it in God´s good time. My knees are getting much stronger now, and for the past 5 days, I have been walking with my guitar (albeit with knee braces, so now I have the infamous knee brace tan lines!!!). My healing is happening much faster than I could have ever anticipated - so now I have no intention of catching any more transportation to get me to Santiago - and I´m really enjoying myself... no regrets, and feeling truly grateful for my life.



Reflection and Prayer
12 days of walking, have truly helped me to focus so much more on my faith, and on myself. One thing I´ve noticed on this journey, is that I seem to know my self, my heart, my thoughts, my environments and my relations much better than many many other people seem to know theirs on this Camino. It´s very strange - for today was the first time I encountered someone else that was walking El Camino for religious reasons. In fact, I encountered two! For a few weeks, I thought that perhaps I´m the only religious pilgrim on this particular route! I also encountered another Brit for the first time today - he certainly wasn´t walking El Camino for religious reasons because he asked me if my guitar´s got any drugs stashed in it. His reason for walking from France to Santiago were that he´s just walking the dog!

My prayer time is intense, and I am totally loving it. I am communicating with God constantly, and praying my Rosaries numerous times a day - for Pope Benedict XVI and for a particular person, persons, or thing/s. If I´m walking with someone, I will ask them if they will give me time to pray. I´m immersed in a oneness with God on this journey - in every village or town there is a Church I can visit - so I go every two or three days. Whenever I can, I prefer to stay at the Convents, and pray with the sisters. Just last night, I spent my prayer and reflection time at Rosary and Benediction, plus vespers with the Sisters of Santa Clara. Tomorrow night, I will stay at their Convent Hostel in Carrión de los Condes, and on Thursday night, I will stay with the Benedictine Mothers at Sahagún. I´m very excited about it - I feel so at peace in the Convents, and I also somehow feel cleansed and exhilarated (sp?) in the presence of such pure and beautiful women. They are the closest inspiration to the Blessed Virgin Mary that I can experience here on this earth. I especially love to hear them sing their vespers - my feelings and my thoughts are emptied to everything but God at these precious moments.

During my pilgrimage, the concept of time is judged only by the sun, and my own physical body. Everything that needs to happen for me, will happen by God´s will alone. This means my decision making has been very... lax. One of the most important decisions I must make, is on a particular relationship back home. With every step that I take, it´s spirit is constant in my heart and in my head - and this relationship is perhaps the only thing I can´t seem to just let go of so that God may do as He wills. I guess it frightens me that what God wants might not be what I want... but I have three weeks left to work on it and truly offer it to God. Otherwise, the questions that I ask such as ´should I go to Mass today?´or ´Shall I wash my clothes by hand or spend EUR3 on the washing machine?´I hardly dwell on and just let the sun answer it for me, and see if my body can manage it depending on the plan for the rest of the evening. My life is in God´s hands - I´ve submitted it so that I can get the best out of my Camino as I possibly can.


Diary
I keep a daily diary of some key contemplations of the day. It will help me to remember what I felt and experienced during my pilgrimage. The amount of freedom I feel, and my closeness to my faith, which I was so much in need of. I´ve thought of printing one copy professionally just for myself. I´ve never been able to keep diaries - I´ve normally been so bad at it! But I´ve been so keen to enter my thoughts and feelings into this one. It is one of the jewels of my rucksack at the moment - along with the guide that I have (which I think is the best guide I´ve seen so far)!


Hospitality
The hospitality of the Albergues in general has been absolutely wonderful. I particularly like the Parroquial Albergues - the ones run by the Parish - as these are normally the most communal albergues to stay at. If there are no Convents to stay in a village/town, my next preferrential type of albergue is the Parroquial, despite its usually limited facilities (such as lack of hot water, and washing machine, or beds on legs!). I´ve been told that I have a knack for finding great places to stay at - but all I can say to that is - God wanted me to stay there.


Songwriting
I´ve written a verse to a brand new song that plays on the idea of time - the message being that things will happen in God´s time. I also put a melody and some chords to a prayer that we prayed at Eunate in a Knights Templar Church, open only to us that stayed at that Albergue. I also have in mind a gentle song for the Blessed Virgin Mary - One who all Catholics should try and pray to every day. Perhaps I can translate my love for her into music with my idea - but as mentioned, in God´s time. I will receive the sign, just as I received the sign to play my guitar and compose a couple of days ago at Atapuerca.


Next
Once again, I return back to the freedom of media and communication! It´s a tad difficult when I know Spain are going to play, and I wouldn´t be able to watch the match, but I´ve managed to see 2/3 matches since I´ve been here. Plus my rosaries for the players and their backgound teams seem to be working ok (not that my rosaries are the sole purpose they are winning their matches or anything)! But otherwise, as mentioned before, please do send me private messages or email me if you have any intentions that you´d like my to pray for. Also, thank you to all the people who have been doing just that, and asking me to pray for particular intentions. I can tell you that I have been doing that, and most likely your intention has already been prayed for!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Lack of Preparation!

Well, I´m already en route! What did I miss telling you of? Well, I missed telling you of my preparations! Why? Because I hardly prepared at all... and now I´m feeling it! I didn´t physically train. People... if you´re planning on walking El Camino any time soon, please please make the time to train! At least get your knees well prepared! No matter how much weight you carry in your backpack, the downhill trekkage is astoundingly difficult to bare - most especially in the heat of the Spanish afternoon sun! I left my shopping for the trip to the last minute too, and as a result, left my mosquito spray (both of them!) at home!


How´s the Guitar???
As you all know, I brought a sodding guitar with me! Am I crazy? Of course I am. Since walking my pilgrimage, I have been called ´crazy´, ´impressive´ and ´mad´, but also ´brave´ by the guy in the image on the right, whose name is David, from Bristol, and was running a lovely little first aid van, and offering all the pilgrims that were walking past refreshments such as ´English tea´ and coffee. He´s from the Society of Pilgrim Friars, of which he is now the only one left (which pulled a few of my heart strings, as he was such a lovely guy, and was doing much for the pilgrims who needed a break along
the way!
I don´t plan to start playing until I´ve found some more inspiration, and some peaceful surroundings with which I can compose!

So where am I now???
Well, yesterday I began my journey at St Jean Pied de Port at around 07:30 St. Jean to Roncesvalles, arriving at 16:00. I´d let excess baggage (such as my fake sunglasses! and French dictionary) at the
Albergue I stayed at. I crossed the Spanish border with the guitar strapped to my bag (making my bag weigh probably around 12kg, as opposed to 9.7kg)! This was a very difficult stage of the journey, as I climbed 1450m for about 21km and then descended a further 400m for the next 4kms.

Today, I write you from Huarte. But I must tell you, that I cheated a little! I walked to Akretta, which was about 28.2km between 06:30 and 14:30 from Roncesvalles, but with it being so late in the afternoon, I got worried about reaching the Albergue in Villava (a further 13km walk) any time before 20:00 (when dinner is served)! So a lady that was working at the hotel there, kindly offered me a lift to Huarte (which means I skipped about 14km of walking). This is meant to be a Pilgrimage... a walk. Am I kicking myself about it? A little, yes, but the lady said that she was coming back to the area that she dropped me off, for a festival, and she invited me to watch the festival with her and her kids. What was my reason for accepting the lift? Well...

Last night, I was calculating my daily distance allowance, in order to reach Santiago de Compostela for 24th June (the evening before the big feast day on Sunday 25th). Following the recommended route I can make it (just about) with no rest days. This wasn´t my original plan of course! I planned to take a rest day in Burgos and one in León! No way can I do that now! But along the route, is apparently a very beautiful Church called Eunate, which has the most amazing music - and most of you will know that Music plays a very big part of my life. Plus, I lug around this guitar to write some music. A place such as this would be an inspiration to stay at. However (and it´s a big however), it´s also not in a good place to spend the night if I followed the guide´s daily routine. I will either walk too little the day after tomorrow, or I will walk twice what I should from Akrreta! So I made the decision to grab the lift, and ensure that I reach somewhere with a Pharmacy so that I can purchase knee supports and other various tidbits!

Signs
God places signs for me to choose the right path. Everywhere I walk, I need to follow that bright yellow arrow, or pilgrim´s shell (I´ll post an image another time) in order to be taking the right
way. At no other time in my life, have I been so reliant on a sign. I believe so strongly in signs - that these are things God gifts me with in order to make a choice in the direction of my life. Particularly on this Camino, I feel an immense joy, knowing that I´ve seen a sign and that a) it means I´ve walked the right way, and b) it means I know where I´m heading in the near future. I believe that God wanted me to meet the woman who gave me a lift, and go to a festival with her and her kids. I hope to encounter many more signs on this very extraordinary and special journey... signs that will help me make the best decisions for my life in the near future!

A personal journey - El Camino
I don´t wish to update my blog as often as I hoped now. I´ve learned VERY quickly on this pilgrimage, that it´s a sacred and peaceful time - a time in which I will become closer to God through prayer, thought, reflection, and appreciation for everyone and everything in my life. Yesterday for example, I was eager to update my blog. Today however, I feel that even in my second day in, updating a blog with all my inner most thoughts and feelings just doesn´t sit well... not whilst I am on ´El Camino´. I will leave all that between God and myself. Neither do I want to feel that I should constantly be communicating with those outside of my pilgrimage. This is my me time with God. And I want to break away from communicating with the outside world. For now, it´s just God, the Holy Trinity, the Blessed Virgin Mary, and those that walk alongside me on my pilgrimage. So, really sorry everyone! I thought that communicating with you all would be a great thing to do, but actually, I want to take myself away from that as much as possible for the next 30 days! Therefore, I´ll aim to update this blog on or after a week´s time!

Once I have returned to the UK, I will be most happy to update my blog with practical advice for the other pilgrims about to embark on this journey (errr... don´t bring any musical instrument unless you really need to!!!) such as... what´s in the backpack?! and what gear you really do need on you!

Bye for now!
Check back in about a week´s time when I´ll post up some of the best images I´ve taken so far! God Bless! And if you are religious, please pray for me (and my exhausted knees!)! Otherwise, please keep me in your thoughts for a
buen camino!!!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The past month...

So... it's been a month since I last informed you of my progress.

Practical
I have been busy up until now purchasing the tickets, and researching further for the pilgrimage, and now that I've finally bought them, it's becoming something very real that I'm both very excited and actually quite trepid about!

Since 14th April, I've announced at work, that I will be leaving the company I have worked for as a temp for the past year and three months, on 18th June 2010! Apparantly, there's going to be a big bash that evening, so if any of you reading are fellow employees, come along and join the party ;) It would be great to see you there. Location tbc but date definitely 18th June!

I've bought my flight tickets - which really was a bit of a joke! As a pilgrim, I want to spend that time truly touching base with God and my faith. I'm there to pray - in particular for the soul of my Grandad who I call Abuelito, and I also hope to become inspired to compose/write some liturgical and Christian music whilst I'm there. This means... bringing a guitar. You'd think it wouldn't be that much of a problem bringing a guitar onto the plane, but what a joke that has become. There is only one flight operator that connects London to Biarritz (the closest airport to St Jean Pied de Port) and Santiago de Compostela to London... and that's Ryanair. After much research, I had to purchase two seats PLUS pay an extra £40 for the privelage of bringing a musical instrument onto the plane with me as opposed to putting it in the hold. Altogether, that cost me £181 - for my flight to France alone. After much debate with my parents, I decided that I have to leave the guitar in Spain - either with a Pilgrim stranger that might want it, or with my cousins who don't live too far from Santiago. So having decided to depart with the guitar when I'll have probably developed a 'special bond' with it, my return flight cost £72. I depart London on 21st June, and return back on 26th July.

Over the next 2 weeks, I need to look into rucksacks, and items such as sewing kits, medical supplies, lightweight gear, and (now don't get angry at me) the match schedules for the World Cup. How fitting I will be in Spain, supporting Spain for the World cup this year - who at the moment are favourites to win this great tournament! I'll need to purchase a shirt at some point me thinks :)



Physical
For the past two weeks, I've been very poor at keeping up with my fitness routine to help prepare me for this pilgrimage physically. So I promise to make more of an effort with that in the next 4 weeks! I have to be able to carry this guitar 780km after all! Up until 3 weeks ago, I was jogging in the mornings, and attending the conditioning classes at my gym. I'm going to have to get into that routine again! By the way, there are multiple routes of El Camino. I'll be walking the Camino Frances.


Spiritual
I've been asked by friends 'So what has brought this pilgrimage idea on?!'. Well, the answer to that consists of three main things:
  • Plenary Indulgence for the soul of my Abuelito. Grandad was a good man, and as long as I have known him, I have never heard that he has done any bad to anyone. But after his death in February this year, I wanted to help in having his sins forgiven, and to help make his time in Purgatory as little as possible. El Camino is something that is alive where my Grandparents live, as he and Grandma used to see pilgrims walking by their house sometimes during the warmer months, so it isn't something new to the whole family. It is also a Holy Year this year, which means the Plenary Indulgence is granted as a Jubilee Indulgence.
  • Lost in the confusion that is our consumerist, capitalist society. The time I felt closest to God was during my university days - in particular when I was living at Bradford Chaplaincy. I'd lost my faith at the age of 16 but I found it again through the blessing I know as the choir at the Chaplaincy, the first Sunday I was at Bradford Uni. My communications with him were solid, regular/often, and lived out in my everyday life. Since moving back to London, I've lost most that connection, and spirituality (now, attending Mass every Sunday just doesn't seem to be enough), and I miss it quite dearly. London is such a busy and bustling place, that it is so easy to forget sometimes that God exists. I become too busy to pray daily, essentially putting God after earthly living. So I hope to spend this dedicated month in a state of grace, prayer and self-reflection so that I return with a renewed and invigorated faith, and possibly a new outlook on life and some direction about my career.
  • This is the right time in my life for me to go. I do not have any big financial commitments such as rent or mortgage, I do not have a family of my own to be responsible for yet, and employment-wise, I'm in a position where taking 25+ working days off is do-able as I'm not signed into any permanent contract. This time in my life is perfect for this pilgrimage, and quitting my job is of little sacrifice to the abundant graces I'm about to receive from this pilgrimage. The next Holy Year is in 11 years time, so it would be wonderful to experience it this year, and maybe a few more times in the years to come before settling down.

I've decided I'm going to bring necessary information regarding hostels with me, and just let the Holy Spirit guide me whilst there, as opposed to planning exactly where I will stay and when. That's such a strange concept for me, considering I'm a veracious planner! I plan everything... so this will be a frightening change. The only thing I plan for in this trip are four truths: My physical journey must start. My physical journey must end. I will spend a couple of rest days in Leon and Burgos. And I will encounter God. For that time I'm there on my own, I place my life in His hands.

I am praying for those currently walking El Camino - whether they are of faith, or not. If you are of faith, please pray for me too... that I may be successful in fulfilling the three conditions of being granted the Plenary Indulgence for my Grandad, and that preparations for my walk will be completed for the glory of God.


You
Generally, people are interested in my journey, and that's why I've created this blog. I hope to update it whenever I can whilst on El Camino with my thoughts and encounters along the way, visual assets such as photos and video, as well as lists of people that I have thought and prayed about. Although I will be praying for myself, I wish to pray for all that I have known in the past, friends and family of my present, and the people who are to come in my future. So... an open invitation: If anyone would like me to pray for them, or for a particular intention, don't hesitate to email, call, text, or let me know in person. My email address specifically created for my pilgrimage is pilgrimclaz@gmail.com.
If you just want to contact me for any reason at all - it doesn't have to be religious, please do email me. I'll do my best to respond whilst on my journey.

I'm having a BBQ which will tie in with my 'annual BBQ' the weekend of 12/13 June. This will be an opportunity for us to chill, to chat, talk more about El Camino, make any requests, say goodbye, or simply enjoy some amazing food! And hey... my house isn't going to be filled with 'Jesus-lovers' as you might think! Everyone is welcome as long as my home and everyone in it is respected.

Much love, all.
Claz.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Start of 'The Journey'

... Well actually, my journey started a month ago, when I decided to go on this pilgrimage. How did I get this idea in the first place? I feel that it was something the Holy Spirit has guided me to. I have always been intrigued by the idea of this particular pilgrimage: El Camino. I will journey during two of the hottest summer months of the year, from Saint Jean Pied de Port in France, to Santiago de Compostela in wonderful España!

For the past month, I have had many thoughts about this pilgrimage, and have been itching to purchase my plane ticket, but haven't had the funds to be able to do that just yet.


Aims over the next week:
  • Train physically
  • Save money for plane ticket and think of some fundraising ideas for myself.
  • Pray for all those currently walking El Camino at the moment.

This will be a very special journey for me... and you will learn why during the months leading up to El Camino. Although I will be walking alone, I would love for you to join this journey with me, by tracking my physical, mental and spiritual progress via this blog. I promise to inform you of what El Camino is, why thousands of people this year will be walking it, and how I go about getting myself officially registered for it.


All my love,
Claz.