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Three days ago a French pilgrim came abreast with me on the path …
I can’t even remember where but we were out among the fields as we often are. The days and places are running into each other. In order to see how long ago I’ve written I had to consult the calendar and then the guidebook for the places I stopped for the night.
… The French woman inquired if I was okay. I told her I was getting there, albeit slowly. “Courage,” she said and then continued on. That must be the operative word for this walk. I’ve now heard it said to me directly three times. But truly it could be said about anyone who has chosen such a spiritual undertaking. And whether all the pilgrims admit it or not, they have.
A couple of days ago, an Irishman told me he’d come before and advised, “The Camino will have everyone one way or another. The first will be last. And the last will be first.”
I would project that to be true. I know it’s working on me. Yes, my foot still has plenty to say, and my attention is at a basic level toward self-care. I’m mindful to travel within my current level of capacity. I don’t overdo it. I’ve chosen to send my pack ahead to each destination. It’s helped.
Yesterday a young pilgrim lounging at a cafe table laughed and said to me, “There’s no trouble telling who’s a pilgrim. They’re the ones limping.”
Well, that would also be true. The great leveler: young or old. But I’ve noticed something else. I’ve seen a softening overall. A sense of humility, I’d call it. There’s a spirit alive. An acknowledgment: We’re all swimming in the same sea. What any of us “do” is of little importance here. Often we don’t even exchange names. More often the question is: Where are you from? And most often: Where did you start?
A while back a Dane said to me smiling, “Would you ask these questions of a stranger? Then before you know it…sharing some experience?” Food for thought indeed.
We tell stories about what’s important to us as much as commiserate on any physical challenges any of us are having. We help each other.
And for me…swimming in the Camino sea…I have bursts of pure happiness, sense of wellbeing, limping along in the middle of nowhere listening to bird songs and watching the wind play with the fields of grain.
One morning I added a small stone with all the others beneath a cross marker to document I was there and walked on.