As soon as we step off the bus in Muxia, the wind has our attention. It is blowing at a sustained 22 mph with gusts of at least 30 mph. From our backpacks, we fish out our windbreakers and buffs. Our plan today is rest and relaxation by the seashore, followed by a viewing of the sunset. We check into a charming double room in an albergue, eat lunch, nap and take a windy walk around town.
The ancient Celts celebrated the sun here along this coast. It is easy to see why. The panoramic view of the sun sinking below the horizon is awe inspiring. We climb a path to the top of the small mountain behind the church to watch the sun’s magnificent show. The wind gusts are quite strong and we have to watch our footing carefully. There are a handful of other people at the top, nestled in on rocks to watch the sunset. Laura and I find our place. As the sun touches the horizon, I notice a reverent silence among the crowd. It felt like church up on that mountainside. There was that magic that’s in the air when a group of people gather with a common focused energy. Some call it the Holy Spirit. But it could also be described as “wholly spirit”. It’s in those moments that we step outside of ourselves, we leave behind all the day to day minutiae and petty details that clutter our minds and we focus on something or someone greater than ourselves. It can happen in church, it can happen at a concert, it can happen during a conversation with a good friend, it can happen when making love and it can happen on the top of a mountainside in Muxia.
The Way to Land's End 