One of the visions on each and every pilgrimage I've been on is the sky. I try to be a reader of the skies. In NM, the sky was like a large shallow bowl that covered the desert. In Santiago, the sky was as twisted and turning as was the Camino itself. In England, the greyness of the sky was omnipresent.
There is a phenomenon in the States of people on pilgrimage, searching for the pathway of tornadoes.
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