The 33rd – and final – day of the virtual Camino.
I’m still searching for the actual Latin, but our guide tells us the gist of words scribbled along the actual trail is that we can never arrive, because we are already there.
And I keep trying to remember which poet said the purpose of the journey is to understand that there was never any need for the journey.
But maybe that was just Frank Baum?
When I planned to join this virtual Camino, I very much wanted to walk the distance of each leg each day. But that wasn’t possible, so I made a complex calculation based on my half-marathon running times, and found a number of hours I could devote to the “distance” each day. But I’ve been fortunate enough to have a job during Norway’s “Safer-in-Place” effort – a increasingly demanding job. I’ve put in longer days at the computer, and had fewer hours for the physical journey. I’ve been sick. I’ve been blue.
But the fact is, my dual focus on individual video mentoring of students (service), and on the Camino’s aspect of contemplation (personal), has given my hamstring time to heal. After yesterday’s run the back of my thigh ached – the entire length of it – a good ache: no sign of a sharp pain at the point of attachment. So I’m returning now to routine. The timing of the end of this journey is another point of synchronicity: I head back to the classroom on Monday.
I’m not going to try to sum up lessons learned. I’ve learned that much. But I can see changes in my perspectives, and movement in places still struggling with contradictions. Movement is good. Struggle is fine.
I am letting go of some fears and frustrations, preconceptions and absolutes.
I am letting go of some ambitions.
I am struggling with the impulse to now set goals and shape products. I am rejecting the creeping idea that the purpose of this journey was to clear the slate and find new meaning: reach some kind of epiphany at the saint’s tomb.
Is this a kind of summing up after all?
I’ve hiked for days once before. And I stopped caring whether my socks matched. I stopped looking at every hill as something to be gauged and conquered. I put one foot in front of the other and kept an eye out for grouse in heather.
What we leave behind us after a long journey is one thing, what we take with us is also important.
This time, I will try to take the lesson home. Learning requires repetition. We’ll see what sticks.
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More frequent now I find myself praying Thanks to the gods of small things. Like your grouse in the heather. I am glad for small blessings, small bits of life. Gratitude is well served in small spoons. Frequently? More honest too?
I love your thoughts here.
I have walked with you, with your words which I found embracing and thoughtful and provocative and gentle and want to thank you for sharing this journey with me.
Thank you for coming along! (and allowing me to be vulnerable without offering advice or pity 😉 )