Pilgrim’s badge. During the Middle Ages, graves rarely contained real treasure. However sometimes a cockleshell from the tomb of St James or the Mount of St Michel was discovered. Proof of piety. I began carrying cockleshells in my pockets long ago. I find them in my suitcases and in old, forgotten handbags. Piety is not my proof, but a longing to remember. A Pilgrim seeking the divine. Through a casual conversation with a stranger well met. Through an old cemetery, speaking in tongues.

Still I seek a Pilgrim’s way, always at the beginning.