When I was 25 years old I fulfilled a dream that I’d had since the age of 16. I walked across Spain. My 650 mile journey took me from Pamplona to Santiago de Compostela and onward to Finisterre the furthest point on the Atlantic coast of Galicia in 29 days. Probably the most significant and important experience of my life, Santiago has become both my ancestral and spiritual home. It was me stepping off the cliff and into the abyss and discovering a world that has very long and deep roots for me, unbeknownst to me at the time. The implications of that journey have been far-reaching indeed and continue be so. I was lucky enough to return to Santiago de Compostela 12 years after completing my pilgrimage. I wrote the following poem shortly after I returned to UK shores.

Santiago

I

My heart.

Santiago.

The place where all…