The sky keeps changing colors, the wind roars all night and morning. Sometime overnight it pulled the chicken-hut door off its hinges an...

The pilgrim's name was Carly, or some approximation thereof. She was from China, from Hangzhou, a city south of Shanghai. She is a cor...

this morning on the Meseta Well OK, I got a little dark yesterday. It IS the Winter Solstice today, after all. It’s OK. It’s on...

a summer storm in Promised Land, described in FFOG opening chapter Rain roars on the roof and muddies the gutters. It stays dark all da...

The stars are lining up. I drove to Rabanal del Camino on the feast day of Our Lady of Guadelupe, patroness of the Americas. (I am A...

On FaceBook I sometimes post what country is “in the house,” and often the followers enjoy a glimpse of life on the international pilgrim ...

No, I am not dead.  I have spent the last few months dedicating my energies to Peaceable Projects Inc., the US-based charity we founded two ...