It might be argued that there is nothing particularly spiritual about a pilgrimage. To the contrary, it takes us back to the most basic, most animal human occupations: walk all day, eat, drink, sleep. Keep out of the rain, shelter from the sun. Go off the path to answer the call of nature. Find a safe place to rest in the dark hours. Nothing else to worry about.
Put one foot in front of the other. Repeat.
You become aware of your body, attuned to its needs and to its capabilities. If you treat it well, "brother donkey" will take you farther than you ever thought possible.
A chunk of cheese and a piece of bread by the trail tastes better than a four-course meal in a restaurant.
Water from a fountain tastes better than an expensive wine.
A single daffodil in a mountain meadow contains more beauty than an entire garden.
A wheatfield in Spring is so green it stops you in your tracks.
Perhaps this is what is spiritual about a pilgrimage.
La Salvetat-sur-Agout - Anglès
22 km (in the fog)
I like your sentiment here.
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