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Elin Babcock Meeting Mother Earth

Whatever your relationship with 

Mother Earth I sense you will relate 

to Elin Babcock’s Meeting Mother Earth 

as   “she came through my shoes 

…she helped me walk”….

Along the golden path on a journey the Soul 

must take as it follows the proverbial yellow 

arrow pointing toward the return to The Source, 

to “Santiago so far away”.   Feeling Her gifts 

of encouragement, Her offer to rest, Her 

healing water to bless Elin’s tired feet.

Listen to Elin tell of her journey 

Meeting Mother Earth 

On the Camino de Santiago de Compostela

Elin Babcock On My Camino 2020

Elin Babcock: Meeting Mother Earth On the Camino de Santiago de Compostela

Meeting Mother Earth On the Camino de Santiago de Compostela

The heavy thud 

and screeching metal-on-metal 

woke me up.

The night train had stopped.

Backpack, check.

Map, check

Water, check.

I looked for the first yellow arrow

towards Santiago so far away. 

Among the silent steps,

the smell of spring,

the grazing cows, sheep,

the pecking, clucking chickens

and local dogs, She was reciprocal.

I felt Her encouragement,

through my tired boots, to go on.

I felt it in Her offer to rest

sitting on a moss cushioned rock 

by the wandering river

my feet in the water.

Serene

 

Contemplating, conversing

appreciating Her work

listening to Her chorus of birds.

Towards the end 

we were disconnected.

I entered

the cement and car honking outskirts

of the huge city 

of Santiago de Compostella

I could no longer hear

Her wisdom. 

© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.

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Meeting Mother Earth On the Camino de Santiago de Compostela

 

The heavy thud 

and screeching metal-on-metal 

woke me up.

The night train had stopped.

Backpack, check.

Map, check

Water, check.

I looked for the first yellow arrow

towards Santiago so far away. 

Among the silent steps,

the smell of spring,

the grazing cows, sheep,

the pecking, clucking chickens

and local dogs, She was reciprocal.

I felt Her encouragement,

through my tired boots, to go on.

I felt it in Her offer to rest

sitting on a moss cushioned rock 

by the wandering river

my feet in the water.

Serene

 

Contemplating, conversing

appreciating Her work

listening to Her chorus of birds.

Towards the end 

we were disconnected.

I entered

the cement and car honking outskirts

of the huge city 

of Santiago de Compostella

I could no longer hear

Her wisdom. 

© Elin Babcock. All rights reserved.