The Solitary Walker

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful,...

Thanks to Dritanje at Rivertrain for pointing me in the direction of French Catholic writer and poet Christian Bobin . I started with The...

During the next few days I crossed the plateau of the Margeride and part of the ancient province of Gévaudan: a remote, hilly area of pine ...

This blog is about many things, and one of those things is poetry. So first of all I'll celebrate my thousandth post with a new poem. N...

Aparigraha is the Buddhist tradition of non-possessiveness, non-hoarding, non-attachment - taking only what you absolutely need, not coveti...

The next day I felt much, much better. In fact it turned into one of my best walking days. Strange, isn't it? 30 km just flew by. And th...

I left the a lbergue in Sangüesa at 9 am on Monday 20 October. To be honest I hadn't had the most restful of nights. The Korean pilgrim...