Camino 22

 The countdown has started.   Tickets. ✓ Covid forms, completed as far as possible. ✓ Covid test booked. ✓ Technology updated - new phone with a fully functioning battery, mini-keyboard so I can keep on posting en route. ✓ I still need to practice with the technology, shake out the bugs. Gronze app, (containing huge amounts of essential data for errant peregrinas). ✓ Sticks bought. ✓ News shoes bought.  And rejected.  I don't trust them.  The old ones should see me through. ✓ As the number of checks grow, so does anxiety.  Is this wise? I have all my life been given to rash enthusiasms.  One of God's jobs has been to moderate these.  And it's all got complicated.  Much of the Lord's prayer is mysterious to me, but some bits seem clear. Nothing mysterious about "Thy will be done."  In principle, I get that, but actually, it breaks into three separate steps.  First of all, you've got to see His will. And between you and me, he do...

It was the week of Ash Wednesday that I got round to buying the tickets. The familiar hassle of trying to navigate the Ryanair website.  The unfamiliar, and yet familiar hassle of trying to navigate the covid protocols, upload your international covid vaccination QR code here, give the address of where you will be staying, make sure you have booked your covid tests, upload this, download that.  Cross-eyed with frustration, I needed the prayer on the fen that day. It took the form of a one-sided conversation. Ash Wednesday encounter . Hola Peregrino. Buen camino. Just setting off? Going far? Wait a minute, don't I know you? You don't know me, but I've seen you I'm sure. Yes, that's it, you're the one who was preaching the other day! You work miracles. You've made a tremendous stir too, where stirring is much needed! What a following you had! But you're leaving?   You're leaving such a lot!   What are your pals going to do?   Are they going with you? N...

Me, what I am offering and why .  Hi.  I am Marj.  I am an invisible member of Little St. Mary's congregation.  I was not always invisible, at one point being an 8 o'clock communion regular. I still visit the church regularly, usually avoiding service times, sometimes sitting during services for a brief period at the back. I will be leaving Cambridge on the 3rd April with the intention of walking from Zamora to Santiago de Compostella along the Via Plata, one of the many Camino Santiago Routes. I expect to get back to Cambridge on the 26th April.  It is a voyage of thanksgiving to God for guidance throughout the nearly 70 years of my life.   I am well aware of being privileged to be able to do this, to take nearly four weeks out of life, shed my responsibilities, and indulge myself with a journey which is essentially selfish - God doesn't really need such a curious demonstration of gratitude. Nor does anyone else.  I am very well aware of the priv...