That's the distance I have left. I've had the most wonderful walk the last week with some tough times. I've experienced real pain. The kind that makes you sweat. I had two massages in different cities with wonderful success. The most recent one was in Rabanal where I was so debilitated that I was beginning to doubt my ability to continue. Masseuse told me that in reflexology, the knee is the place where one hold fear. She asked me what I feared. Told her "not finishing my walk into Santiago." She then told me that Santiago would always be there whether I made it this time or not. Directly following that massage I went to Vespers. Mass was in Latin, and while kneeling on my one good knee a thought occurred to me. Perhaps the pain I've been feeling since day three is the pain I've caused others. Hmm.. next day I walked to Cruz de Fierro without a hint of pain. I left my rock and asked God to release me of all my burdens and pain. I have been walking for a week since then, relatively pain free.
When I start to get sore I reflect on how my actions thru act and thought have hurt the people I love most, and again I ask God to forgive me. Two days ago I woke up feeling nauseous and dizzy but I had 11 miles to walk so got up and made my way to San Xulian. I think that day may have been the hardest day emotionally. I realized as I was walking that truly no one was going to save me, no one was going to make me better and that no matter whst I HAD to get to San Xulian. It took me 7 hours to walk 11 miles cause I had to stop and get sick a few times. But guess what? I got there. My hospitalero was super kind. She sent me to bed without even checking me in. Sometime later brought me soup and meds and she found me a phone charger to replace the one someone accidentally pinched.
Two days later here I am 26 miles away. I am feeling so grateful for my health and safe passage to Santiago I am walking slowly to savor these precious last few days.
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