Walking, and Letting Oneself Be Moved

A path is measured in kilometres, but it is never reducible to a distance.

Since I first set out for Compostela in 2004, I have walked pilgrim routes across Europe. There I discovered landscapes, encounters, silences, and questions that only long walking can bring to the surface. One sets out with a destination in mind; one does not always know what the Way will shift within oneself.

To walk for a long time is to learn to move forward without mastering everything. It is to accept fatigue, uncertainty, detours, and to pay attention to what surrounds us and to those we meet along the way.

For me, the Way has become a manner of inhabiting the world: moving forward without final certainty, staying open to the unexpected, and continuing in spite of doubt.

My wayfaring continues. One never quite makes the full round of a path.

To take this reflection further, I invite you to find my writings in the Texts section.