Jennifer Miller

Montana & Memories

I woke to the west wind’s whispering. A ghostly sound: dry, with the faint crackle of sandstone beneath bare feet. Soft, […]

I found the graffiti on the Camino fascinating. The path is painted, from end to end, with yellow arrows and […]

The trees of the Galician forests have eyes. Big ones that are open wide and always watching as pilgrims pass […]

I hate putting on my boots. The process is preceded by a ten minute ritual of popping blisters, applying antiseptic, […]

The interior of the cathedral is crumbling. I can’t say that I’d even call it a cathedral, more of a […]

Astorga to Rabanal is a lovely walk. Today was marked by the messages, inscribed on stones, and left along the […]

Years ago, in a particularly frustrating phase of parenthood when it seemed like I would never get my head above […]

Leon put on her party dress for our birthday. Parades of festively dressed bands playing hard brass as they marched […]

The meseta is long and hot. After two weeks toiling through mountains and rolling hills, over rocky terrain and ankle […]

It is a great sadness to me that the Arts are being pulled from public schools. With budget crunches, faced […]

The meseta is long, and hot. The Way stretches off, through endless waves of grain blown by oceans of invisible […]

Everyday the Camino surprises me. Wheat fields laughing in red poppies. Spanish blue skies ruffled like flamenco dresses with clouds. […]