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)