October 6, 2022
I often have a song playing in the background of my mind. The first day of walking the Camino, it fluctuated between “Be Still and Know” and How Lovely on the Mountains Are the Feet of Those Who Bring Good News”.
The second day’s was a chant of the Jesus Prayer I learned decades ago. The words are “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.” It was fitting.
A few miles in we passed a small church that dates for the 9th century. It was simple and sublime, and the first place on the trip with holy water in the baptismal font inside the door. I felt grateful to place a few finger tips of cool water upon my forehead in the name of the Trinity. It was a reminder of my baptism(s).
Walking the Camino I realize how small I am, how big the world is, and how grace is apparent in big and small things. Holy water and a fresh squeezed orange juice; the hills and mountains under the bluest of skies and the next step in the way.
Mercy. ~ Anne