This photo was taken on September 2, 2025 at the Ermita de San Nicolás on the Camino de Santiago — a small chapel and refuge filled with centuries of prayers, hopes, tears, and quiet faith. What caught my eye was this simple table of taper candles. Some were brand new. Others were burned low. Each one resting in its own little holder — some with angels — against ancient, textured stone walls that have stood for hundreds of years. It felt magical to me. The next day in my jour

This was taken August 18,2025, day one of my third Camino Frances. It was a magical, mystical, misty, magnificent Monday morning on the Camino. The fog was so thick I couldn’t see far ahead of me. Not to either side. Not even behind me. I could hear cowbells in the distance, the breeze in my ears, and the steady rhythm of my own footsteps. It was cold and drizzly, and I was very much by myself — which felt peaceful and magical. And to be honest, a bit unsettling. In that mom

Today I’m feeling very proud of myself.I finished a personal project this past week — one that has lived in my heart for a long time. I’m not quite ready to share all the details yet, but I wanted to mark this moment with gratitude. So often we rush from one goal to the next without pausing to notice how far we’ve come. But my Camino taught me something different — that it’s important to stop, even briefly, and honor the small and not-so-small milestones along the way. To sit