A pilgrim’s journey is more than just visiting holy places and having religious intentions. A journey along the coastlines of Cornwall, to be more precise, South West Coast Path is bursting with divine jewels. This became apparent to me on this trip. It was not just about seeking out religious landmarks, but to discover that every spot you see, you walk, you taste, you hear or you feel already got the divine inherent.  It is tremendously healing for body and soul to walk along the salty ocean with a surrounding view of flowering flora that seems to be making an attempt to overshadow the beautiful shades of a rainbow. 

Pearls along the landscape of the coasts of Cornwall 

The midday sun watches over all earths creations. Her rays melt and form new hearts. A lark tries to imitate by soaring high in the sky giving out delightful tones down to her nest below. The waves from ocean are busy throwing their turquoise green colour’s in every direction. Occasionally the sea water and rain meet, creating rainbows for the sun’s rays to play with. 

Caterpillar’s fall from the branches on to the narrow paths and I am careful not to step on them while having to be aware of the uneven stones and slopes. 

I know of a nest of a lark, I say …(the beginning of a well-known Danish song) that Cornwall invites me to a place where time is absorbed into a time capsule and encrusted in an oyster shell! I find myself distant from my usual everyday life as the nature before my eyes reveals itself. Just around the next bend, I wander into one of the landscapes many oyster shells. As if the sea’s tide reveals it’s pearl. Chalk white cottages, some built of granite stone with oak beams, colourful window frames and slate roofs. There are stone walls that are held up by the abundance of flower’s, plants and moss and butterflies flying in a zigzag pattern as if to follow the hiking paths along the coastline. From the village cottages there are hanging pots and plants giving out their fragrance. Fishing boats up on land because of the low tide. Seagulls cry and bathe in the pools left by the receding tide and they build their nests in deserted fishing boats. Up from the hills, runs a stream through the village and out into the sea. I’m surrounded by lush nature and warm hospitality of the Cornish people. I disappear for a moment in a time capsule. The following day I begin to disappear with the tide that washes over my footsteps and carries me along the coastal path with the yellow acorn which is the signpost to the next pearl. The truth is “Avalon” exists, but only if you carry it within you. The magical enchantment that Cornwall possesses will unfold secrets if you look. I know of a nest …. where the pearls of Cornwall are and will say no more. This small piece of Cornwall – beautiful Cornwall can only give you a feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the touch of spirit. 

The English can read you like an open book

We often hear the spiritual term ”the third eye”.  It makes me wonder if the English don’t have a natural gift for this. They seem to know what you need and love to assist you. It often feels like they can read you like an open book, sensing your problems and directing you the right way again, especially if you have a map and seem like a lost soul. 

One pilgrim route is no more divine than the other

It has been the first but definitely not the last time I set foot on England’s south coast. I would warmly recommend such a trip, just as I would recommend to walking in the footsteps of Francis of Assisi from La Verna to Assisi, in Italy or through Via Francigena from Lausanne in Switzerland to Rome. All have something to offer, like the Camino De Santiago in Spain, and there is not one of them that are more or less divine than the other in my opinion. 

A postcard from a Danish pilgrim, 

Lilian Arendal, www.lilian-arendal.dk 

Article is translated by Vanessa Lily Hudson