A Pilgrimage of Hope

It’s around day 3 of the pilgrimage and we’ve stopped after a very rainy, bleak stretch of walking across The Fens. We settle into the rhythm of bags off and snacks out, the sharing of many different versions of Percy Pig sweets begins – I trade a Percy Piglet for a FizzyTtail which feels like a pretty good deal to me. Being a few days into this experience I’m beginning to reflect on what it means to me, especially why I have such a profound feeling of home in being here.

Summer reflections from the North

It’s four months since I returned home from Northern Leg of Pilgrim Cross. What has stayed with me from the week? First of all, challenge and change. Challenge from the walking itself, from the (relatively minor) discomforts of sleeping on church hall floors, from the inevitable frictions entailed in the creation of an intentional communityContinue reading “Summer reflections from the North”