Part Four: From Zubiri to Ronscevalles  

 Leaving the steep hills of the Pyrenees, the Camino now runs along the Arga River, gifting pilgrims with much gentler trails and beautiful old stone houses.

 “The Beatitudes of the Pilgrims,” which are the inspiration for this post, are handed out in some of the local churches.


Blessed are we, fellow pilgrims, in this time of thanksgiving, when we celebrate what truly matters and recognize what doesn’t; when we listen beyond the chatter in our heads and hear the space that speaks without ever making a sound.

Blessed are we, when we meet each other exactly where we stand, without judgment and with kindness; when we don’t search for meaning behind every word or every smile but let the flow of Presence reveal to us that we are all the same.

Blessed are we, when the gap between friendly banter and strong words reminds us that what we truly want is love; when we see that the noise without and the silence within can both resonate with the love that we are.

Blessed are we, my friends, when the journey shifts from being about its own elusive ending to becoming a moment by moment exploration of truth; when we see that everything belongs to our unfolding and that there’s never any need to get it right.

Blessed are we, when we wake up to the glory of each passing day and dive fully into the experience of it all; when the coming home is as cherished as the leaving again, and we can hold bliss, pain, and all that flows in between in one human embrace.

Blessed are we indeed, when the light of Thanksgiving inspires us to share from a place of humility and openness; when we take our seat at the table, eating one bread and drinking from one cup, and savor together the divine feast of being alive.


“If the only prayer you ever said was thank you, that would be enough.” – Meister Eckhart


PS [passport’s stamp] #5: Living IS the blessing



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