It is cold, windy, and wet today. The higher we go in elevation the windier it is but I’m told it’s better on the downhill. The temperature is in the 40’s but I’m dressed more warmly so it’s not too bad. I added a second jacket to my daypack so I have a fleece and a rain jacket. And Smartwool makes a dandy pair of socks 🧦 that can double as mittens.
Now the sad part of the day. Today we walked to Cruz de Ferro (the iron cross)
This is where pilgrims bring a stone from home to leave it at the cross. It symbolizes a prayer, hope, concern, or thanks. What makes me sad is that this feels like a sacred place and many pilgrims run up to the cross to take a picture, waving their trekking poles like they’ve just ascended Mount Everest.
Hopes and prayers
My stone
My stone is the small black one on top of the white stone in the center.
I am me, a person with love for others, a passion to be creative, and a desire to be a cheerleader for others. I’m a wife, a mommy, and a grandma (you can call me by my grandma name “Lady M”).
I’m on a search to grow and connect more fully with God. I didn’t grow up particularly church, married a man who had, and we raised our three daughters in the church. I found a place to belong in the church and somehow discerned a call to go to seminary. I received a Masters of Arts and Religious Communication (MARC). I went on to become ordained as a deacon in the United Methodist Church and served in media ministry and Christian education. As clergy I found that I didn’t have a place to belong in the church so I left the United Methodist Church in 2010.
I still believe and I’m still on a quest to draw closer to God. And I’m going to walk the Camino de Santiago.
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