Shikoku Hachijhachikasho Meguri

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
(So priketh hem Nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke.

Apparently I’ll be going to Japan to escort my brother (and father) on pilgrimage, this July. Dad’s blowing his FF miles for it so that’s nice.

I won’t have internet access there, most likely, so I plan to keep a Moleskin journal of my trip.

For details, see this wonderful website, written by a woman (VERY important) about the dealio.

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