I am very clear my ‘problem’ is a problem of privilege. I injured my knee taking two months ‘off’ to walk across a country. I returned to a beautiful home and city. I have the time, resources and access to western and integrative health care to be able to heal and mend.
I made the choice to walk The Camino de Frances with a general intent to review, integrate and re-set my life. I imagined being at Finisterre on the full moon in May with my creative vision leaning a direction.
A couple days before my knee finally screamed ‘stop’… I posted that I was ‘going quiet’ to more deeply explore my own personal ‘Ghost Bridges’. I was not going to post on my blog or Facebook or Instagram nor was I going to look at any of it.
Then, my actual walk… Walking The Camino... Became a Ghost Bridge.
Something I desired and imagined that did not occur.
Now, I sit here in Portland with one of the main sources of my emotional and physical wellbeing, walking and exercise in general… Taken away from me.
I am ‘sitting’ in the middle of my life. Not walking paths in Spain. Ghost Bridges are about my life… Not walking in Spain. Dozing on the train the day I ‘gave up’ walking… Mary said ‘Stop’. (Again, I promise… The Mary stories will be shared).
I hear (you).
Here I am... With no place to hide... No ability to run.
I surrender ever more deeply… Still.
I spoke above of this being a ‘problem’ of privilege. What do I do with the gift of this privilege? My intent… The whispers of how I can serve… Is to be a leader of The Heart. To walk a path… Then turn and offer my hand. A bit of steady support…
I am no longer walking The Camino. Yet, I continue to walk My Way.
Instead of many miles… I walk only a few steps.
And now… Again, I choose to ‘go quiet’.
It is the dark of the moon…
I am taking this time of waxing to full…
To Be Still
To do a physical cleanse.
To listen deeply.
So Be It.
(I will not be in Finisterre... Yet, more from GreyWolff Walking... On the full moon in May)
GreyWolff Walking... Small Steps...
My Daily Walk... Four blocks to the store. Slowly.