go your own way.

So I suggested to each of my pilgrims dear as we sat in Shepherds Dene on our first night in England that they each would have to find their own way on this journey – and their way would probably not be the same as mine or Cindy’s or Kristi’s or each others? Though we make this journey together, we each have our own Pilgrim’s Way. Little did I know what I was suggesting.

So here is a teaser at some of the ways that have been forged:

Trevor, Ben, Alex and Jack sitting in the North Sea below the cliffs of Whitby Abbey like Cuthbert (in whose footprints we walk). Submersing themselves three times while saying the Gloria.

Bryn and her animals – no joke she finds and prays with animals where ever we are.

Alex and his poems and his calligraphy and his ipod.

Ben and the ruins: climbing is his way. Usually finding a place where he was far enough away to wave at me but not be told to get down.

Cindy and her knitting — she sits and knits.

Jack sketches.

Christina rests.

Mackenzie writes.

Ian eats — well all the boys eat very well — but Ian in particular seems to find the sweetest of treats.

Kristi took her second level of vows to become a novice tertiary of the OHP at St Hilda’s Priory.

Trevor has found Cuthbert’s Way.

Martin draws others further into the journey through humor.

and together as a merry band of pilgrims, they carried me across part of the Pilgrim’s Way to Holy Island — literally, emotionally and Trevor, Jack and Ben: physically carried me. I suppose though that is how it’s supposed to work — Sam I think, said it best to Frodo in LOR — “Mr. Frodo, I can’t carry the ring but I can carry you.”

12 pilgrims and 12 ways. but 1 community and 1 pilgrimage.

Sally