Dead Saints and Bocadillos- Notes from the Camino
I finally got on my bus in San Sebastian. The negative vibe that had surrounded my heart and soul was giving way…slowly. I was paranoid of missing the bus so I was at the station early, but I did stop on the way to pick up a few supplies,,,
A Day Off with Jesus in San Sebastian- Notes from The Camino
I left the auberge in Pamplona at 630 and walked across the street for a cafe con leche. Penny and Rachel had left earlier so I sat down for a coffee alone. After a few minutes other pilgrims streamed in. I sat at the bar and listened…
What’s Love Got to Do with It?
I packed up and walked out of the small (2 rooms 16 beds) auberges in Zubiri, and across the street to the cafe where I had ran into Kento for I think the 2nd time last year. (Kento was the “Zen Coyote Patron Saint of the Camino” for those who were along for the ride...
Just a stranger on the bus, trying to make my way home…
A promotional video for my blog/book I created to show to agents/publishers: DAY TWO Last nights dinner in Rocenvalles was awesome. One might not think so considering what I had to go through to get fed. It was sort of as if the Keystone Kops were on Kitchen...
They say every Man must Fall…
Last years blog began with me pondering the eternal question: “Who ever thought my pilgrimage would begin with me jerking off into a plastic cup? I’ve rethought that. I’m thinking my pilgrimage actually may have started on a dirt path in the hills of Palos Verdes,...
There’s a beauty in empathy, and grace in forgiveness…
*Note- I'm still evolving the "form", if you will, of this blog. I want it to be stylistically somewhat similar to the blog I wrote while I walked the Camino de Santiago, where I decided to intertwine two significant journeys I’ve undertaken over the past few years-...
All Things Must Pass
I woke up today in darkness.And it wasn’t because it was 530. I’m not talking the darkness outside, but to the darkness inside. It’s a blackness I haven’t seen in awhile. I had chased it away. But there it was, reminding me of it’s prickly nature. It was the blackness...