Five Months Ago, One month ago.

On February 6th of this year, I wrote the following in my blog:

This thought of the Camino is not one of those fleeting thoughts or ideas. It didn’t come about like most others… Others came from outside – a new hobby, a new sport, a new pastime, a new thing to try and see.

This one almost seems like it came from the inside… and not from my mind. I almost alike it to a little seed that I knew was there, for quite a while, and then, almost as if Spring had touched it with the sun and fresh air, it started to grow. The idea, the concept grew. As it took up more space in my mind and daresay in my heart, it became stronger, but not in a negative way. It warmed me up inside, it made me smile, it gave me a breather when I need one, it calmed me down and so much more.

This was only five months ago. Five months ago, the Camino was a dream, but one I knew would happen
Five months ago, I was still working and trying to plan my training around my crazy hours
Five months ago, I would start spending entire evenings reading blogs, sites, and trip reports on the Camino
Five months ago, we still had snow, cold winds and the winter blahs…
Five months ago, I KNEW that I would be, one day, standing on the Camino to take my first journey step

Arriving in Santiago

At the Cathedral, after 500 km walked

I arrived in Santiago on the morning of Friday June 10th. 28 days from my first steps on the Camino in Burgos. Parts of the Camino feel like dreams, and others are so vivid, I can feel the wind on my face, the farm road sand under my feet and my pack on my back. Walking by sweet smelling flowers throws me right back to glorious bushes of large sweet roses adorning the front houses and gardens. I feel the sun on my face and I can remember the endless sun and how comforting it was on colder days.

Faces appear in my mind, randomly through the day. Of course, Team Nestor and little Nestor himself are often pictured in my mind, as well as so many others that I met during this incredible journey. I think of the “angels” who helped me while I was in need – – the dentist. the doctor, the physical therapist, Father Doctor, and all the pilgrims who comforted me, helped me, befriended me; I will always remember you.

A month ago, I set foot in front of the Cathedral and became speechless at the beauty of this church and the emotional moment
A month ago, I had set out, day after day, after day walking, walking and walking… and learning, and experiencing, and adoring, and thinking, and sharing, and caring…
A month ago, my world revolved around daily new experiences, new feelings, new discoveries… and old memories, forgotten moments that came to life in my mind, comforting thoughts and whispers of the past.
A month ago, I wondered how it would be, returning to my old life with new eyes

And today, I ponder on those two time periods. Five months ago and one month ago. I saw my solid dream turn into reality and happen, and then finish.
I left not knowing what to expect and returned blessed and cherishing each moment on that Camino. I returned changed, in many ways I may not even understand, and I believe it’s a change for the best.

Knowing how fast things can happen, part of my mind wants to think little thoughts for a while, and give myself the time needed to at least make some effort to collect all my little bits of paper, little pages of thoughts, pictures, one liners, long pages and try to map out the story. I still have things I would like to experience, and perhaps some of those will get to happen within the next year.

I am in no rush – – I am enjoying the challenges of re-integrating into large groups and I try to let my memories come back in their own time.
If nothing else, I learned to just “be”.
I’m loving just “being”…!

One thought on “Five Months Ago, One month ago.

  1. An amazing accomplishment, and a once-in-a-lifetime experience! Wishing you the time and peace to sythesize it all, and fresh new ambitions to chase on the other side 🙂 Looking forward to seeing you if not this summer, in the fall!

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