But your loss brought you here to walk
under one name and one name only,
and to find the guise under which all loss can live;
remember, you were given that name
every day along the way, remember,
you were greeted as such, and treated as such,
and you needed no other name,
other people seemed to know you
even before you gave up being a shadow
on the road and came into the light,
even before you sat down,
broke bread and drank wine,
wiped the wind-tears from your eyes:
pilgrim they called you
again and again. Pilgrim.

Excerpt from ‘Camino’
From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte
©2012 David Whyte

“A pilgrimage is a return to the place of your resurrection.” This is a common understanding among the Celtic tradition and also among modern theologians. This statement says to me that the pilgrimage I am about to embark upon, which will lead me toward my resurrection, begins not when I take my first step on the well-worn pilgrimage path of the Camino de Santiago, but with each turn of my heart and soul within me as I prepare for the spiritual and physical journey. For after all, resurrection means healing, new life, wholeness and abundance of life — and that means my soul is changed.

So my pilgrimage begins deep within my soul, within my own brokenness, vulnerability, needs, hopefulness, yearnings, and dreams. I invite you into this journey with me, my inward journey as I journey outward on The Way in Spain next week.

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