As I tiptoed through the trilliums the other day, I found myself thinking it was like walking through a field of stars; it made me smile, since one of the stories about the origin of the word Compostela says that it comes from campo de stellae--field of stars. The other story is a little more grisly and suggests that it comes from composita tella, which in vulgar Latin meant burying place. Field of Stars, Field of Bones...take your pick. It was a long time ago.
So, anyway, while I missed out on beautiful views, blooming heather, and a medieval monastery, I have instead my very own field of stars, not to mention a swamp full of warblers and swathes of marsh marigolds; a baby porcupine trundling across the path; a beautiful doe who stood to let me take her photo; and the scimitar-winged silhouette of an osprey; more wildlife in an afternoon than one might see in a month of Camino walking.
I've been very lucky to see wildlife on my walks in Spain; I've seen an otter, a fox, a rabbit, a slowworm ( a kind of legless lizard that we don't have here) and multitudes of lovely birds, but such sightings were remarkable. I can remember these animal encounters
precisely because they were unusual.
Here just outside my door, I don't exactly take the wildlife for granted, (and I might be unpleasantly surprised if I spotted a bear), but nature is more bountiful. I don't know when I might be able to travel to Spain again;the lockdown may continue until a vaccine is found; the communal living of the Camino will take some time to revive; who knows what a transatlantic flight will cost in the age of social distancing? So, there may not be a monastery in my future, but I will have the temple in 'my' woods for a while yet, and it is there I will go to soothe my spirit and refresh my body.
Amen to that!
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