Cruz de Ferro
Cruz de Ferro is the highest point on the Camino Francais route, and a spiritual highlight for many. The Camino tradition is to bring a stone from one’s home and, after carrying it to this point, leave it at the rock pile at Cruz de Ferro.
In June my mom and I visited the Oregon coast together. We each selected a beach rock for me to bring to Cruz de Ferro. The two small rocks have been in my pack, carried by me, for approximately 511km (318 miles).
Mom’s is on the left; mine the right. Mom felt hers represented the holy Trinity; mine represented my own earthly imperfections to both freely give up and accept as they are. Having a lifelong spiritual bond with my mother, I let her know yesterday that the Cruz was on my schedule for today.
Departing at 6:30am, I hoped to reach the Cruz at dawn. The stars and Milky Way were clear and beautiful, twinkling bright and blessing me. My flashlight was my companion. While I didn’t quite make it to the Cruz at sunrise, I did enjoy the lovely bright red sun as I meditatively walked up the very steep hillside.
Arriving at the Cruz I emailed my mother, who was anticipating my arrival. 9am my time, midnight for hers in Washington State, we meditated together for a little while before I left our stones on the pile at the foot of the cross. After 3 1/2 weeks of traveling the Camino it felt a blessing to symbolically leave at the Cruz burdens of the heart, and become the lofty inspiration of the sky-reaching cross. It’s one of those special moments along the Camino.
The mountains in this area are so beautiful, reminding me of the Pyrenees in the beginning of my Camino. I just loved the walk today.
By about noon I arrived at El Acebo, a lovely and tiny village made of stone.
To finish a great day I got a massage after a glorious pilgrim dinner. Oh. Ah. Oh. Counting my blessings!
I love hearing from you, comments below.
Walk with me on my Camino! My Walk is raising funds for a new Temple of Light. All donations are tax-deductible, no amount is too small. Many blessings.