There is awe in stillness. And there is such grace in hearing your soul request it. I didn’t walk today. My friend could easily have taken a taxi onwards by herself this morning, but I realised that even though my body is feeling strong, my soul was longing for stillness and a slow-paced day.

Waving off our group, three of us made our way to the local church for Mass, where the rhythms felt familiar and comforting even though neither the religion nor the language was my own. I relaxed into the gentleness of being silent in a room filled with devotion. When I looked up, I realised I was sitting at Mary’s feet.

Tonight I am sleeping in a priory, where I have this view from my window.

If I happen to forget where I am, the fruit seems happy to remind me

and St Jacques is showing the way…

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