Walking the Camino
I will be off the blogsphere for a week, because the eve of The Camino has finally arrived. To finally be going on The Camino is a bit overwhelming, totally emotional and altogether so exciting.
This is a trip I have wanted to go on for years, so it is mad that it has finally come. In so many ways I am not ready for this trip, regardless of the fact it has come on so quickly that I have only just packed, and probably too much.
Physically, mentally and emotionally I am in the worst shape of my life; not the best way to start a 114km trek. In one sense however, it’s the best state to begin as it allows for complete solitude for complete reflection. As someone dear to me said “why not leave all of the crap that happened at the beginning of the walk, and leave it there, by the end you won’t feel it anymore”.
I don’t want to create a public diary about the ins and outs of stuff that has happened me in the past year (and longer) but it’s been an emotional roller-coaster and one which I can’t bear to ride any longer. There’s only so much a person can bear before the break, and inner strength will only get you so far. For me, I’ve broken; completely shattered beyond self-recognition. However I know I’m about to embark on a journey which will get me back on track. I’m hoping this walk will give me some much needed direction.
The walking stick I am bringing is particularly meaningful as it belonged to my grandad who passed away.
So, without further ado…I’ll be on my WAY.