Forest de Compostella

For such a popular Catholic pilgrimage site, there's something very odd about Santiago's nearby dim forest. If you can't feel it, you're almost certainly no longer among the living. Deep emerald shadows with knarled black fingers intertwined and shielding the mossy leafy bed below.

It rained non-stop for days. And still I couldn't stay out of this park. You could feel something very Pagan within it. Like it vibrated in the vine and slurped around your feet. There's something there... I think those who built that magnificient cathedral knew this feeling as well. They were afraid and built a stone fortress to protect all from the knowing... But, I wanted to know.

I walked for hours in the rain. Awaiting a glimpse. Some proof. If felt so thick like thousands of fingers all touching me at once. A dark seduction. As if I should run, but I was too far gone... And, far too enchanted.

"Forest de Compostella" ~ Santiago de Compostella, Spain © Skip Hunt