I’ve realized over the last few days that the Camino was meant to be lived. Now is the time for processing. There were times while walking on the Camino when I thought: “Ah yes, I’m alone now. So, it must be time to think.” But I found myself resistant to that notion. I pictured myself at a laptop, as I am now, or writing at my desk in my journal. I was pretty resistant to purposely “thinking.”
So, I yielded. I focused on the way. I focused on continuing to take footsteps. On uphills, I sang. On downhills I watched my footing. But, often, I flew down, allowing gravity to run down the path with me. Sometimes I distracted myself with random thoughts, so I wouldn’t think about how tired or sore or how hungry I was, or how much I was wishing I was already at the next albergue (hostel). Other times I noticed the trees, the sky, the mountains, the fields and rivers, the flowers, the birds and butterflies, the people ahead of and behind me. At times as I walked, I looked in my guidebook at was coming up or munched on a snack from one of my side pockets. I debated whether to make this next town a bathroom and snack stop — or if I could continue on through.
That was my Camino. I was in it. It was me, and my backpack, and the open road. It was enough. And it was wonderful. ❤
Blessings, love, and light. ❤