Pamplona to Puente la Reina – 23.8km.
A steady route up to and down from Alto de Perdon, at 790m.
In medieval times there was both a Basilica with a pilgrim hospice and a hermitage there. Today there are forty windmills along the skyline generating electricity.
There is also a metal sculpture of peregrinos on their ‘way’. This was erected by the energy company who put up the windmills.
The inscription for the installation translates as ‘where the way of the wind meets the way of the stars’.
A common adage urges us to reach for the stars. Reaching for, isn’t grasping however.
Wind is often a symbol of change or positivity – the winds of change, a chill wind blowing, or a fair wind, a warming wind.
The Greek words for the Spirit of God are ‘pneuma hagion’ and ‘pneuma’ can also be translated as breath or even wind.
In Camino lore, Santiago’s – St. John – bones were discovered after shepherds saw stars fall into a field.
This image of the wind meeting the stars is to me a ‘thin’ place. A place where the boundary between the spiritual and the temporal are so close they practically touch.
The Romantic poets of the 18th/19th centuries believed that when they walked out into nature they were drawing closer to their imagination and creativity, because they were close to their Creator.
There are periods of life where we draw closer to God.
Perhaps it is better put that we are more acutely aware of how close God is to us during these periods of time.
Many of mine and Sando’s exploits were outside – closer to nature – for me closer to my God.
Looking back it is easier to see where the wind met the stars.
We walked. We trekked. Through mud. On firm ground. Through rain. In sunshine.
We appreciated the opportunities we had and they were a frequent source of remembrances and tall stories.
One of the last ‘events’ we marked was travelling out to a particular cafe which we always frequented in October, as part of a wider group trek.
Due to the virus the trek didn’t happen but we gained a small window with which to strike out for the cafe part.
It was just the two of us. His health wasn’t great. We still treated it like old times.
Sando cried – but I’m sure that had more to do with the fact that they had sold out of his favourite steak pie!