Tomorrow we wing our way to Halifax, where our good friend Matthew Anderson will pick us up and transport us to Creignish, Nova Scotia, where we will begin the Camino Nova Scotia: The Gael’s Trail on Monday morning.
My wife and I are both very excited for this adventure! This will be our third pilgrimage, the first being in Norway along 360 km of St. Olaf’s Way, organized by Matthew. The second was in Southern Saskatchewan along what was called the Traders’ Road. We joined Matthew and others for the last 100 km or so, of a 350 km trek. The first pilgrimage scratched a bit of a cultural itch for me, given my father’s Norwegian ancestry. The second was an opportunity to return to our Western Canadian roots, and to think along with Matthew and the others about the ways in which settlers in Canada have violently dispossessed Indigenous people of their lands, and livelihood. This trek, too, will be exploratory.
My wife and I both love Eastern Canada, and so this opportunity to walk along the meeting point of Cape Breton and the Gulf of St. Lawrence has mightily intrigued us. We will walk some 80 kms over 5 days with one down day with 13 other walkers along with staff from Camino Nova Scotia. There will be moments of learning about this corner of Mi’kma’ki (the lands of the Mi’kmaq) who are the ancient carers of this land and about the early Gaelic settlers here, whose cultural practices and language exist still today.
In the course of a pilgrimage (if this will be like the other two), in addition to experiencing cultures and learning history, there is the strange and grounding experience of moving one foot at a time. We are so bound up in ways of being that are marked by a rush that brushes aside both where and when. A slow, deliberate, and long walk disorients us, or perhaps reorients us in that it “easts” us and turns us in the liturgical direction of resurrection, which literally means to rise again.
What is raised, again, in such a walk? Slow, deliberate, and intentional walks remind us that the land is our Mother, a point made by people indigenous to this land as well as ancient Christian saints such as Basil. We begin to think again about where in our life. “Where am I?” By grace, this question makes its trace in our soul and shapes us after the pilgrimage.
But such a walk also opens us to the mystery of time. “When” begins to mystify us again as we are drawn back into the present moment. One foot at a time becomes a way to pray into now. Each step made intentional allows us to get lost in the present moments so that finally and mysteriously time becomes translucent. Instead of living by the ruse that there isn’t enough time, we enter into the gift of the present moment.
God comes to us in each step, as where and when, satisfy us in strange and wondrous ways.