Muxía, a little farther north up the Spanish coast from Finisterra, is also a Camino pilgrim destination. Many people walk it, adding another 31km to their Camino. I was beyond-measure fulfilled with my Walk which ended at Finisterra (read here), having gotten to the End of the World.
Walking out to the 12th century Nosa Señora da Barca church (Our Lady of the boat) in Muxía I again am at the end of land, on one side is the Muxía harbor and on the other the ocean. (The main top photo is from Mount Corpiño, overlooking the village, harbour and Sea.) The church sits at a spectacular and dramatic location on a sacred Celtic spiritual site. One feels the magnificence of the place, serene and special. I watched the sun go down sitting above the church, listening to the Celtic bagpipers.
The stained glass windows in the church depict Our Lady, Mary, coming here to meet with St James and instruct him to teach Christianity (and perhaps the villagers are ready to defend her?). The second stained glass window shows ancient Celtic dancing at this location, blending both traditions into one Galician tradition.
I also enjoyed the many little boats hanging inside the church, as Our Lady protects these fisher-people.
Two more statues of Santiago greet pilgrims visiting this church. I’ve enjoyed being accompanied these many days of pilgrimage with the blessings of Saint James – Santiago. I am feeling some sadness knowing I won’t likely see Santiago again when I leave this place, my last Camino village.
It’s interesting to stop moving now and observe my thoughts at this end of the pilgrimage spectrum. I watch the sunset, and am once again drawn to witness the setting of this truly amazing chapter in my life story. I’ve walked and walked, always Westward, until there is no more land. The wind is presently at my back, blowing my spirit out into the ocean waves. My story doesn’t stop here, and spirit floats to the vast open sea. A spiritual song I sing buoyantly affirms, “I am the bubble, make me the sea.”
I recall in my mind the ending of the mystical poem, “Samadhi,” by Paramhansa Yogananda.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above;
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.
My spirit soars cosmically big, and yet I can also see the rocks below my feet and feel the material solidity of this moment. Ah, duality.
I’m still digesting my Camino experience, and no doubt it will take on new dimensions in the weeks and maybe even years to come. What lessons has it taught me? What happens when the land ends and I walk no more? What emotional, karmic, or psychological baggage has been left behind?
(Relaxing at Albergue de Costa is part of the magic and unwind of this day.)
Before beginning the Camino I watched a Ted Talk called “A Lyrical Bridge Between Past, Present, and Future,” by David Whyte, in which he recites a poem he wrote called “Finisterra.” I found it interesting to hear it at that time, before beginning my walk. However, watching it again today after finishing my own journey I found it to be insightful and compelling. It gave me perspective that there is no way to embrace where you will journey next without courageously leaving behind something of oneself, something precious of one’s journey, even the journey itself, to move to the next dimension in life. Embrace endings and new beginnings!
(Muxía at sunrise.)
I meditated at dawn at the seaside, welcoming too the dawning of a new life chapter.
My Camino Walk has been a fundraiser to build a new Temple of Light. Having completed over 500 miles (800km) of walking and over 1,250,000 steps, I very much welcome your generous gift to help with the Temple construction. All donations are tax-deductible, no amount is too small. Just like walking the Camino one step and one day at a time, each gift to the Temple represents additional blessings and energy added to the whole. Many blessings!
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