Pilgrims' Home

I am home now. It has been one week since leaving Spain, and I thought I would be settled already. The lessons of going slow have yet to come home with me. I am far from settled in. At least the sun and moon have found their normal rhythm in me this side of the Atlantic.  No longer am I waking at 4am and making coffee. Also, I am no longer falling asleep in my dinner at 6pm. But my nighttimes are something spectacular. I dream the Camino. I dream of walking the countryside in Spain. I have no idea whether or not the places I dream are actual places in Spain, but the rolling hills, the agrarian scapes, the cafes, and the church-centered villages populate my deep sleep. One of these past few nights I awoke delirious of my surroundings. I wondered if I was in a monastery or private albergue; If I was in a top bunk or on the bottom. I couldn’t figure out what town I was in. I wasn’t scared but delighted. The idea that I was still there - could it be? I shifted and regained...

I promised that I would write regarding my experiment of the enneagram on the Camino. The days found themselves full, and the technology found itself frustrating. I delayed posting and am now editing the postings and placing them on my blog. The following links will take you to the pages which include my reflections on the enneagram via The Camino. I did this to grow in my compassion for others. I sought to understand the world, as much as one can, from the perspective of others. This is simply an experiment but one I hope provides encouragement to its readers. These became a gift to me as I thought about so many people in my own life, and I pray that for those who carry the energies reflected in these writings, you will also find encouragement and love by way of reading. I welcome your comments. They will be most helpful to other readers.  Peace to you, Kyle image borrowed from https://www.contigolifecoach.com/2016/09/16/infj-3w2-gemini/ Enneagram 9 : Lover's ...

It has been several days since i have written. This is partly due to ignoring the journaling practice and avoiding what is alive in me. It is also because i have been well connected to a group of friends that prefer to process together around a small table and wine. These friends: Manuela (Austria),  Lukas (USA-NYC), Livio (Italy or Southern Europe as he often says), Laura (USA-Memphis), Dulce (Mexico), and Teagan (Australia) have become good friends over the past few days. The relationship began back in Sahagun but solidified several days later when we gathered at an Casa de Camino, an albergue in Valverde la de Virgen. Casa de Camino is sadly located on the highway but joyfully included a hammock circle for tired pilgrims. There were no supermarkets nearby, so we could only enjoy what was available from her albergue, which was pretty much wine, water, and cheese. The hospitalero at Casa de Camino is Carol, and she is a lover of life. Her albergue invited others to ...