Stop...

​I have been back in Portland a week.
My knee is more painful, not less.
I can barely bend it.
I have an MRI this weekend to
get clear answers of what the injury is and then I can co-create
a plan to treat it. 

GreyWolff Walking
Ghost Bridges...

My Neighborhood

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. 

And…

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 Meditation Chair...
​The Wisdom of Silence

​The Girls...
Ever Present

My Daily Walk... Four blocks to the store. Slowly.
Grateful that, The Way of My Neighborhood, is this!

Yoga around
​the pain of my knee...

​Invites deep listening

My Reading
and Writing Chaise.

Right outside
of the window...
A reminder...

Stop...