Today was a 12+ mile day. There was rain in the forecast, so we all had our raingear handy, but it ended up being a cool, and at times sunny day, perfect hiking weather. At first, there were lots and lots of people on the trail, everyone greeting each other with a friendly, “Buen Camino!” […]
Today we had a full day for rest, writing, laundry, shopping for needed items, and art. For our morning writing session, I designed a writing class based on Tim O’Brien’s classic Vietnam novel, “The Things They Carried.” The object of the class was threefold: to learn how powerful objects can be in defining character, to
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Today was our first full day walking the Camino—ten or so miles (depending on whose digital device was counting). From here on out, we’ll be walking all the way to Santiago. This being the start of our non-stop walking journey, Brenda and Andre and I created a ritual for our group. After we were dropped
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The
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I’m loving the slow start to this Camino, our choice to have this three-day landing/retreat before we physically begin walking our 100-km pilgrimage. Yesterday, in our orientation session, I opened with an initial welcome of the group, Andre went over group ground rules rooted in respect, self-care, self-responsibility and what it means to travel in
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Brenda and Andre made us a great first night dinner—a giant salad with tomato, avocado, chicken, beets, walnuts, and Spanish olives. Everyone got to add what they wanted. Dessert was fresh nectarines, dark chocolate, and dried apricots. We’re sitting around outside in a breezeway with perfect temperature, slowly getting to know each other. One of
I’m sitting in the spacious living room of Villa San Vento on the outskirts of Santiago de Compostela, in one of the houses we’ve rented for our group. All is in readiness. We’ve planned our first couple of days together. The rooms are made up. We’ve filled the refrigerator with food; Brenda and Andre have
I’m with my two co-leaders, Brenda Porter and Andre Mallinger, traveling our walking route on the Camino by rental car. We’re spending our first few days in Spain scouting: revisiting the places we’ll be staying, double and triple-checking hotel reservations, finding the best restaurant open on the day we’ll be passing through, determining the best
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“The page is no place, today, for what is pulling at my heart. Notebooks get misplaced; they lie around; they flip open in the wind. Who might see these pages, read them? My heart is a secret place, especially now. The wide open plain of a page is a place with no boundaries, no etiquette, no conventions. How would
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“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right,
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I’m leaving for Spain tomorrow to lead my second hiking trip on the Camino de Santiago. Twelve travelers will be joining me and my co-leaders, Brenda Porter and Andre Mallinger, next week for a journey we’ve dubbed “The Creative Camino.” The creative part? I’ll be teaching writing and Brenda will teach sketching and watercolor as
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” —Maya Angelou Tell me about a moment that took your breath away.
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” —Neale Donald Walsch Take a large sheet of poster paper or butcher paper, some markers, crayons or pens. Draw a picture of your comfort zone as if it were an actual landscape—a neighborhood, an ecosystem, a country—with topographical details, as if it were a real physical
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The Artist’s Creed I believe I am worth the time it takes to create whatever I feel called to create. I believe that my work is worthy of its own space, which is worthy of the name Sacred. I believe that, when I enter this space, I have the right to work in silence, uninterrupted,
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“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.” —Eleanor Roosevelt Tell me about a time you were afraid and acted anyway.
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