As I walked down the hill into Lostwithiel, I enjoyed sunshine, trusting the path and my instincts rather than simply following the directions, down through fields of sheep and meeting a woman tending to her sheep who directed me to the stile at the bottom of the field.
Since I left the path in Penpol, I feel as though I have been walking "Sarah's Way" more than the Mary Michael Way. More and more often, I have been willing to listen to and honour my intuition and allow the path to guide me, rather than just go by the book. This is actually an appropriate name, given that Sarah is the daughter of Mary and Jesus, so is the child, creation, of the sacred union of the Sacred Feminine and the Divine Masculine. I have even found myself frequently singing the Sarayei chant that I have from an English website.
Om Sri Sarayei. Narayana. Namostute.
I sang it over and over, and chant it now as I type. It calms me and centers me in my essence whenever I sing it - and I often sing it when I drive, walk, even when doing the dishes!
Perhaps my name, Sarah, is an invitation and the container for my soul's sacred purpose and path to be the sacred union of the Feminine and Masculine, and to create and provide a path for people to walk so that they too can live their lives centered in and organized around their sacred and courageous dreams and desires. When this is so, they too, walk the path of their soul, and in turn, live the most fulfilling lives that contribute deeply and joyfully to all. They themselves, and the lives they live, as an expression of their soul's true longings and contribution, are the seeds for Eden, and the garden of Heaven on Earth.
How does it get any better than this?!
As I walked into the center of town, I had to go to the Church and touch the ancient Celtic Cross just outside the main door. My journey for this day was complete.
I turned around to come out of the churchyard, and was met by an older gentleman on a disabled scooter. It turns out that Raymond Isaacs, better known as Ricky, is soon to be 90 years old, has lived here for sixty years, was mayor for three years back in the 70's, and is as warm and welcoming as anyone I have ever met. We were soon met by his delightful wife, Maevis, and as we congregated in the intersection, we connected like long last friends. I was to call them the next day at 11am, and they called me the "young woman" who had just walked into town!
The next day, I called just after 11, and discovered that Ricky had set it up for me to meet with the mayor of Lostwithiel, Mrs. Gill Parsons. After finishing my delicious latte from the Duchy Coffee House, I walked down the street, quite admittedly a little confused about where I was to meet her. With a little help from the town clerk, I went back over to the Lostwithiel Museum where I looked at historical artifacts while I waited for the mayor to show up. She was wonderful, warm and very welcoming. A woman in her 60's who grew up here in Lostwithiel, with the surname of Matthews that goes back to the 1500's in this area, she spent the next couple of hours with me. I have shared more specifics, including being invited to sign in the Visitors Book, in a previous blog, A Morning with the Mayor. When I called Ricky and Maevis later in the day to thank them and to share what had happened, Ricky was very impressed that I had been invited to sign the book! I suppose not every visitor is invited to sign it - only important people like the Queen, Prince Charles and Camilla, and me!!
I went back to the Duchy Coffee House for a delicious lunch of fish pie, knowing that I wanted to spend the afternoon up at Restormel. Excited and nervous, I did not want to put too much expectation on my visit there. Yet I realized that my walking to Restormel felt much like when I walked into Santiago. This was my destination of this pilgrimage. All along, this was, is, the place to which I was walking, and truthfully, why I was walking.
No wonder I wasn't sure, or even feel drawn to, that path further down the line. Funnily enough, I hadn't even mapped out the route on my Ordnance Survey map app. I kept meaning to, but somehow never got around to it. Funny how that happens. Yesterday, I even thought I would go to Liskeard later in the day, and spend today walking between St. Neot and St. Cleer as a way to complete the pilgrimage. As soon as I reached Restormel, I knew that I had arrived at my destination and needed to go no further.
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