Camino Walk Quotes

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.

Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar. (Walker, there is no road. The road is made as you walk.)

banks and student loan companies had convinced Congress that such debts should be given special protection and not exempted. She remembered him saying, “Hell, even gamblers can go bankrupt and walk away.

Pathmaker, there is no path. We make the path by walking." Caminante, no hay camino.... Se hace camino al andar.

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

people should walk this path even before they graduate" [...] "What's one month? It's not even a paragraph in the book of your life...

Sabía en mi corazón que cualquier camino que eligiera sería un sendero que caminaríamos juntos.

To feel the pull, the draw, the interior attraction, and to want to follow it, even if it has no name still, that is the "pilgrim spirit."The "why" only becomes clear as time passes, only long after the walking is over.

Los puentes colgantes / Floating Bridges" Oh what a crush of People Invisible, reborn Make their way to into this garden For their eternal rest Every step we take on earth Brings us to a new world Every foot supported On a floating bridge I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads And steadily our feet Keep walking and creating Like enormous fans These roads in embryo Oh garden of white Oh garden of all I am not All I could And should have been I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads Comprendo que no existe El camino derecho Solo un gran labertino De encrucijadas multiples

The true essence of humankind is kindness. There are other qualities which come from education or knowledge, but it is essential, if one wishes to be a genuine human being and impart satisfying meaning to one's existence, to have a good heart. —The 14th Dalai Lama

I hear a swelling swoosh; from the south a bullet train whizzes into view on the tracks, knives through the landscape in a matter of moments, then disappears with a whoosh. It has just covered in a few seconds what has taken me hours to walk. That very fast train reminds me that, as a pilgrim, travel is made holy in its slowness. I see things that neither the passengers of the train nor the drivers of the automobiles see. I feel things that they will never feel. I have time to ponder, imagine, daydream. I tire. I thirst. In my slow walking, I find me.

Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino sino estelas en la mar.” Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk. As you walk, you make your own road, and when you look back you see the path you will never travel again. Traveler, there is no road; only a ship's wake on the sea. Translated by Mary G. Berg and Dennis Maloney

In the end, we are never alone! We have friends all over the world, people that are coming on our life path if they are supposed to support us, teach us a lesson, or just walk with us for a while And while walking the Camino, it is very easy to see it all and to understand how blessed you are in this life.

And yet, I also understood the need for this journey. To simply say to myself or anyone else, “I am forgiven” or “I forgive” could not shift my past karmic energy as well as walking the Camino. I was walking myself out of trauma and grief and anger and shame and righteous indignation and feelings of worthlessness and over-thinking and every other faulty human perception that blocked the truth of my being from shining through.

Yes, husband. Now it is my desire that matters, not yours. Now I want something. I am very surprised to learn that I want things, for myself, things that have nothing to do with you. I want many things, in fact. Do you know what I want? I want to eat some roast pork, first of all. And then I want to walk the Camino de Santiago on sore feet with a song on my lips. I would like to travel on a ship, also. And I would like to learn how to play dice.

Essentially, this thirst is not the longing for an extensive walk on the Camino. It's the longing of meeting your own being, outside the temptations of a fully materialistic world. Camino is just a channel, a concrete representation of your inner need to evade the loop your life is repeating over and over again, and find your true nature, your true voice, your true meaning on this planet. And when you walk this path, you complete a layer of your search.

I have two sons, one living. I would not now trade the road Lisa and I took for an easier one. Losing James was hard, but I’m thankful that I got to see him, and I am thankful that I got to grieve him as well. As most any pilgrim will tell you, the difficulty of the undertaking is what gives it meaning. All the petty competition for authenticity among the pilgrims on the Camino has its roots in something by no means trivial: pilgrimage is meant to be done the hard way. A real pilgrimage, a real life, contains, and is defined by, difficulty – hardship, and how we respond to it, makes us who we are, certainly more than anything that comes easy.

Please, Holy Mother God,” I whispered in prayer, “help me cut the invisible cords that bind me, and set me free. Give me the inner strength to let go of all that I have created up until now, on every level, and which no longer reflects the highest path for me, and for those I love and serve. Help calm my more masculine energies so I can settle into my own divine feminine nature and cool the angry fires of hurt and fear that have burned in my heart for so long.” After making my prayerful request, I got up and lit a candle to the Divine Mother, to say “thank you” for hearing me. I was ready to surrender. I knew it was time to release control over my life and let God take over. I spoke my intention aloud: “This life of mine is now finished. My present way is no longer serving me or allowing my greater Spirit to express through me. I ask for the cocoon to break open and free my true divine light. I surrender all attachments on all levels to the past and am now ready for what the Universe has in store for me. And so it is.” At that moment time stood still. I knew my intention was heard and registered by the heavens, and that my request would be honored and met with divine support. I sensed an inner shift take place in me. I didn’t feel euphoric. I didn’t even feel happy. Rather, I felt somber and quiet in spite of the thousand sounds swirling around me, the Universe saying, Okay, get ready. The next morning, I suddenly had a powerful intuitive hit from my Higher Self that said, “Sonia, it is time to heal your life, and the only way to do that is to walk the Camino de Santiago. And go alone.

Life is simplified on a long walk such as the Camino. You learn to appreciate the simpler aspects – fresh spring water, a smooth trail free of rocks, the sun on your back or just a simple hello from the locals.

Keep a Strong Network of Prayer Guardian of my soul, guide me on my way today. Keep me safe from harm. Deepen my relationship with you, your Earth, and all your family. Strengthen your love within me that I may be a presence of your peace in our world. Amen

Not for the wife to keep house, but to be a partner, someone to share strengths and weaknesses and make something even greater through union. To make sure neither one of you gets overwhelmed. To help make time and space for yourself, both of you.

Un luchador por la libertad aprende, por el camino más duro, que es el opresor el que define la naturaleza de la lucha. Con frecuencia, al oprimido no le queda más recurso que emplear métodos que reflejan los empleados por su contrincante. A partir de un determinado momento, sólo es posible combatir el fuego con el fuego.

He recorrido un largo camino hacia la libertad. He intentado no titubear. He dado pasos en falso en mi recorrido, pero he descubierto el gran secreto. Tras subir a una colina, uno descubre que hay muchas más colinas detrás. Me he concedido aquí un momento de reposo, para lanzar una mirada hacia el glorioso panorama que me rodea, para volver la vista atrás hacia el trecho que he recorrido. Pero sólo puedo descansar un instante, ya que la libertad trae consigo responsabilidades y no me atrevo a quedarme rezagado. Mi largo camino aún no ha terminado.

The Camino. It’s not to get to know myself. I’ve repeated the condensed version of the story of my life so many times to others along the Way it sounds to me stale and formulaic. Even irritating. I’m from here, I did this, I do that, and I think such and such, that is me. For all the events in life I have found so consuming, so defining, I can see how petty and inconsequential they are. No, that’s a little too nihilistic. But being compelled to repeat my story so often I can see it is not all that I am. These headlines, where I’m from, the work I’ve done or do, the things I’ve seen and experienced and made, the people I know or have known, my beliefs and perspectives, the things I’ve yet to do but want to, I cling to them even as they turn to dust. The telling and retelling, I’ve begun to see, ultimately liberates you from your narrative, if you allow it to. The

Don’t you ever grow tired of it?’ ‘Never – the same man never walks the same path to Saint James.

Dad talked about the things in his life that have turned out to be the most important to him—and it comes down to being part of a chain of creating better lives through example, relationship, and mentoring. The resumé achievements, he said, seem hollow to him—but knowing that his life and example have encouraged others to live happier, fuller, more meaningful lives and to have been the recipient and re-transmitter of great mentorship is what glows for him as he looks back over eighty-two years.

Thich Nhat Hanh said: “I am not running anymore; I have run all my life; now I am determined to stop and really live my life.

They say in old stories that you can't discover new lands without losing sight of the shore for a long time. —Laurie Gough

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking.)1 —Antonio Machado (1875–1939) This

Pilgrimage is a journey of discovery—the find may be inside oneself, it may be a fresh appreciation of nature, or the pleasure of opting out of the real world for a while; it might be the delight in making new friends in a very random but quite intense way.

summer of 2011, when the first call to walk the Camino Santiago de Compostela had tugged at my soul, I would not have known this was my why. A tug so fierce I had no choice but to follow, the next years would guide me to

In the spring of 2015, I went to Spain to walk for a week on the Camino de Santiago, the medieval route that has been used for centuries by pilgrims demonstrating their devotion, and now by spiritual seekers looking for renewal. Ever since I studied medieval art in college, walking the Camino had been a dream of mine. I loved the idea of a moderately sized adventure, one that was about walking, not running, and still had the safety of towns and sleeping on mats on the floor instead of inside tents. I set off with underprepared feet, too much in my backpack, thirteen words of Spanish and my copy of Eat Pray Love.

You are safer walking the Camino in Spain than any day you spend in the United States.

The Camino does pull you into an alternative Universe filled with grace and magic if you are open to it. I’m sure that once he committed to his pilgrimage, he left planet Earth and was in another realm entirely.

Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.

me fascinan las cajetillas de cigarrillos al borde del camino, sobretodo cuando no están estrujadas, entonces se hinchan ligeramente, adquieren cierto aspecto de cadáveres, los cantos ya no están tan definidos y el celofán se empaña desde dentro, es vapor condensado en gotitas de agua por el frío.

Be yourself and be determined,” he says. “Even if you don’t know what you want, you won’t know if you are not determined.

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Traveler, there is no path, the path must be forged as you walk.

Optimists are intrinsically happier and happiness breeds further happiness. Light a candle rather than curse the darkness and do not wait for someone else to light it; do it yourself.

Choose your life partner wisely; find one who makes you laugh and smile, who shares your interests and loves you for who you are, not what they want you to be; choose a partner who is strong but gentle with it; choose a partner you want to wake up beside every morning for the rest of your life. Choose a partner who would walk the Camino with you.

Remember when I said I was a bit scattered? It wasn’t just when it came to jobs. I had a slew of strange ex-boyfriends, too. There was George, who liked to wear my underwear . . . everyday. Not just to prance around in—he wore them under his Levi’s at work. As a construction worker. That didn’t go over well with his co-workers once they found out. He works at Jamba Juice now. I don’t think anyone cares about what kind of underwear he wears at Jamba Juice. Then there was Curtis. He had an irrational fear of El Caminos. Yes, the car. He just hated them so much that he became really fearful of seeing one. He’d say, “I don’t understand, is it a car or a truck?” The confusion would bring him to tears. When we were walking on the street together, I had to lead him like a blind person because he didn’t want to open his eyes and spot an El Camino. If he did, it would completely ruin his day. He would cry out, “There’s another one. Why, God?” And then he would have to blink seven times and say four Hail Marys facing in a southerly direction. I don’t know what happened to Curtis. He’s probably in his house playing video games and collecting disability. After Curtis came Randall, who will never be forgotten. He was an expert sign spinner. You know those people who stand on the corner spinning signs? Randall had made a career of it. He was proud and protective of his title as best spinner in LA. I met him when he was spinning signs for Jesus Christ Bail Bonds on Fifth Street. He was skillfully flipping a giant arrow that said, “Let God Free You!” and his enthusiasm struck me. I smiled at him from the turn lane. He set the sign down, waved me over, and asked for my phone number. We started dating immediately. He called himself an Arrow Advertising executive when people would ask what he did for a living. He could spin, kick, and toss that sign like it weighed nothing. But when he’d put his bright-red Beats by Dre headphones on, he could break, krump, jerk, turf, float, pop, lock, crip-walk, and b-boy around that six-foot arrow like nobody’s business. He was the best around and I really liked him, but he dumped me for Alicia, who worked at Liberty Tax in the same strip mall. She would stand on the opposite corner, wearing a Statue of Liberty outfit, and dance to the National Anthem. They were destined for each other. After Randall was Paul. Ugh, Paul. That, I will admit, was completely my fault.

The cutout and the pilgrim painted on the asphalt in the photo above have a distinct purpose:  to alert pilgrims to a change in the direction of the route.

Practical Advice for the Trail Electricity Many electrical devices in Italy use plugs with three round pins, requiring outlets such as the one pictured below.  The outlet will not take the usual two round-pin European plugs, but most rooms have at least one outlet that will, such as the outlet below.  Electricity in Italy is 220 Volts, 50 cycles.

Phones and the Internet If you choose to carry your cell phone on your walk, please check with your carrier to ensure that it will work in Italy.  Do this before leaving your home country.  Carriers will sometimes give you special rates between another country and the US. Another option, if your phone is unlocked, is to buy a phone card or chip when you get to Italy.  This might be a cheaper alternative, especially if you’re using your phone for calls within Italy.  You can also buy a data package, if desired.  Check with your carrier to be sure your phone is unlocked before you leave home. A third option, if you want a phone, is to rent one at the airport.  I’d check online for more information on doing this.

Or you can use a computer for free in most public libraries.

Breakfasts:  These usually consist of bread, butter, jam or a croissant and coffee or tea.  Café bars are the best bets for finding breakfast, since they’re often the only places open early in the morning.  You can find croissants or other

pastries at a bakery early in the morning, but bakeries generally don’t serve coffee or provide seating. Lunches:  Plan to carry food with you for lunches, since the routes often take you away from towns and cities.  It’s best to purchase food for lunches the evening before so you don’t have to find a grocery store.  Most are not open early in the morning. Remember that most grocery stores close by 8:00 pm. Health: Water and Sanitation

The Last Hundred Kilometers Once you get to Rome, you will probably want to receive a testimonium, a certificate of completion of the pilgrimage. To get a testimonium, you must prove you have walked or cycled the required distance.  Your proof is your credenziali or Pilgrim Passport that has been stamped at each of the places you have stayed.  The Opera Romana Pellegrinaggi (ORP) offers testimonia to pilgrims who have walked at least the last 100 kilometers from Montefiascone. If you prefer to receive a testimonium from the Vatican, you must either walk the last 140 kilometers from Acquapendente or cycle the distance from Lucca to Rome, over 400 kilometers.

In lieu of a special stamp, you can also receive the stamp of a business.  Whatever the type of stamp, the stamps indicate that you walked or cycled at a pace befitting a pilgrim

Pilgrims who arrive in Rome on foot or by bike on a “devotionis causa” pilgrimage are welcome to stay at a recently refurbished hostel, the Spedale della Provvidenza in Travestere.  It is operated by the Franciscan Missionary Sisters and the Confraternity of St. James.  The women running the hostel will invite you to share an evening meal with them.  My recommendation: Join them. I did, and it was a wonderfully memorable experience.

Since Rome is the last stop on the pilgrimage trail, the hostel allows pilgrims to stay for up to two nights, if there is enough room. The volunteer staff is welcoming and the accommodations very clean and comfortable.  Normally, this hostel separates men and women, housing each in large rooms with bunk beds.  Occasional exceptions are made to this house rule when work is underway in one of the rooms.  Leave your shoes outside before going upstairs into the hostel.

Convents and monasteries offer very basic accommodations: a bed (often a cot) with a bottom sheet or mattress cover and, usually, a pillow.  You definitely will need a sleeping bag or a sleeping bag liner and small blanket.  Shower rooms and toilets are available.  Sometimes unrelated men and women are lodged together in large rooms, but rooms usually have 3-5 cots, in my experience.

… how on earth had it come to this; how was she looking at care homes for the elderly when she still felt twenty years old inside, still believed she could do headstands, and when there was still so much that she wanted to do with her life – like swim the English Channel or ride across plains with proper cowboys, learn the trumpet or walk the Camino de Santiago with all her belongings on her back. How might she do these things now? Where had the time gone? What was left of her one, brief life?

To walk a soulful path is to step into the hidden, luminous undercurrents of life, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary and the mundane into the sacred. It is a journey of attunement, where the soul finds its true rhythm, moving in harmony with the pulse of the earth, the dance of the seasons, and the silent conversations of the stars. In this journey, there is no rush, no need to arrive anywhere, for the path itself is the destination—a living, breathing landscape where each step is a prayer, each moment a revelation.

As you move through this dance of light and dark, may you walk gently, with a deep knowing that your soul is ever complete, a luminous presence in every phase, ever true, ever whole.

May the quiet grace of your presence be a blessing to all you encounter, for it is in the small, unnoticed acts of kindness that the true essence of your soul shines forth. As you walk through the days of your life, may you find the courage to scatter seeds of compassion, understanding, and love, trusting that in this scattering, you are weaving a legacy that will ripple through the lives of others, long after your own footsteps have faded.

As you move through your days, may your heart be a quiet sanctuary, where the seeds of compassion are sown and tended. May you have the courage to be tender in a world that sometimes hardens the heart, to offer love where it is least expected, and to give of yourself even when the world asks you to hold back. In doing so, may you become a mirror, reflecting back to others the possibility of love, the promise of kindness, and the reality that goodness still walks among us, often in the most unassuming of forms.

Be patient with the process, for it is not a burden to be quickly set down, but a journey to be walked with reverence. Along this path, may you encounter moments of profound stillness, where the veil between worlds seems thin, and you can sense the nearness of your beloved, like a warm breeze or a quiet whisper in the night.

May this realization bring you a measure of peace, a deep knowing that love transcends all boundaries, that it endures beyond time and space. And in the midst of your sorrow, may you find a quiet joy, a gentle assurance that your loved one walks beside you still, in the unseen places of your heart, guiding you, comforting you, and loving you, now and always.

As you walk this path of unconditional love, may you be blessed with the serene knowledge that you are part of a greater tapestry, one where every thread is necessary and every pattern has its place. May this understanding bring you a peace that is not fleeting, but enduring, a peace that arises from the very core of your being, untouched by the external changes and challenges of the world.

May you walk your path with a quiet confidence, knowing that while others may not always be able to walk beside you, the journey is still rich with meaning and grace. In your solitude, may you find not loneliness, but a deep connection to the rhythms of life and the gentle wisdom that comes from within.

Head south where they speak French, cross the mountains through the pass at St Jean, walk until they speak Spanish, then keep the sun at your back in the morning, and in front of you in the afternoon, or by night, follow the stars known as the Milky Way until your reach the sea.” - Codex Calixtinus

Walker, your treads are the path and nothing more Walker, there is no path, the path is made by walking. When walking, the path is made, and when looking back you see the path that never has to be walked again. --- (Note: this quote is from a translation of a Spanish poem by Antonio Machado that Grundling encounters during his Camino)

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Traveler, there is no path, the path must be forged as you walk. This line from the Spanish poet Antonio Machado

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learned walking slowly along the Camino is a blessing for me. Although my knee occasionally hurts, I enjoy the walk, enjoy the country and the people I meet. For me, enjoying the journey is more important than reaching the destination. It’s the experiences leading to the destination that make the trip enjoyable and memorable, truth that applies to your journey through life, as well. Enjoy your walk through life, even if your knee hurts. Enjoy the world around you and the people you meet. That is what the journey is all about.

The Camino is a form of extended walking meditation, a practice in many traditions. “Each mindful breath, each mindful step, reminds us that we are alive on this beautiful planet,” explains the Buddhist master Thich Nhat Hanh.[14] “We don’t need anything else. It is wonderful enough just to be alive, to breathe in, and to make one step.

You need to go. You will go,” she proclaimed. “You’re already a pilgrim, Freddi.” Every time I spoke to her, she repeated it for years, including the last time I’d spoken with her, just a few days before I walked off the doorstep of that albergue in Saint-Jean-Pied-De-Port. “Pilgrim.” She was the first to call me that, but not the last. Everyone became a pilgrim that first day. Our openness with one another created something. We surrounded ourselves with people of all generations and cultures and backgrounds; we were united in exhaustion from carrying our damaged, decaying spirits.

poisoning himself. With that project complete, they decided that the next priority was returning Nelson’s car. Bruce checked the doors and locked the house, set the alarm with his remote, and left in his Chevy Tahoe. Bob and Nick followed in Nelson’s BMW, and it took an hour to wind their way around the devastation. Not surprisingly, there was no one at the condo—no homicide team sifting for clues, no neighbors picking up debris. No one had touched the yellow crime scene tape. Bruce lifted it and Bob returned the BMW to its spot. The three met in the garage and stared at the golf clubs, but said nothing. They closed the overhead door, walked into the kitchen, and discussed Nelson’s keys. If they left them behind, there was the chance that someone

A veces podemos pensar que estamos solos ante las dificultades. Pero el Señor camina a nuestro lado, incluso si no interviene enseguida, y si seguimos adelante nos abrirá un camino nuevo. PPa Fransisco Sometimes we can think that we are alone in the face of difficulties. But the Lord walks by our side, even if he doesn't intervene right away, and if we go ahead, he'll open up a new path. --MucTim-- Có đôi chúng ta nghĩ rằng chúng ta đang cô đơn đối mặt với những khó khăn. Nhưng thật ra Chúa đi bên cạnh chúng ta, thậm chí nếu Ngài không can dự ngay tức khắc, và nếu chúng ta cứ tiếp tục đi, Ngài sẽ mở ra con đường mới cho chúng ta.

For though I left the Camino, it never left me,

People who walk all the way to Santiago from France or somewhere beyond are usually considered pilgrims, but people who skip past the boring bits on a bus or train are lightweights, sight-seers, tourists. “Real pilgrims” take the good with the bad, they accept whatever the trail throws at them. They’re respectful, they carry their necessities and not an ounce more, in a bag strapped on their backs. They keep it simple, they don’t take the easy, or posh alternative. Rain, blisters, fierce dogs, bedbugs, blinding heat or deep snow, they keep walking. They’re vagabonds with a peculiar respectability, and a great deal of self-regard.

Welcome Each Day, Its Pleasures and Its Challenges 2. Make Others Feel Welcome 3. Share 4. Live in the Moment 5. Feel the Spirit of Those Who Have Come Before You 6. Appreciate Those Who Walk with You Today 7. Imagine Those Who Will Follow You

I am sending you on a pilgrimage which will take you to secluded places. Into deep forests. To lakes and rivers. Along the ocean shores and across desert dunes. Into the heart of the jungle and to the summits of the highest cliffs. Into monasteries and their temples. You will depart so that you may face the most basic realities of life. You will walk towards those places alone, because there is room enough on the narrow path only for one.

Jerry had in fact, and because of this experience he knew that his pal McGregor here had a copy of his rap sheet. “Yes,” he said. “How many times?” “Look, Mr. Agent. You just told me I have the right to remain silent. I ain’t saying a word and I want a lawyer right now. Got it?” McGregor said, “Sure,” and left the room. Around the corner, Mark was being situated in another room. McGregor walked in and went through the same ritual. They sipped coffee for a while and talked about the Miranda rights. With a warrant, they had searched Mark’s bag and found all sorts of interesting items. McGregor opened a large

It was I who determined how I felt, she reminded me, not the surroundings. Be grateful.