We all faced a certain amount of reentry problems when we finally had to break off from the Camino. I personally realized that I needed to get out of there for I was throughly exhausted and had no more in the tank. And then I faced two months of reentry when I got back home. Thank you Rebecca for putting up with me.
And at a certain point we all accomplished some sort of compromise or agreement that allowed us to function. Our old life made peace with the Camino and our new life made peace with our old life and it all seemed to work at a certain point. But what happens after that? Do we know where to go? Do we keep the flame alive? What does that path look like?
That has got to be very individual. Everyone needs to cobble that together on their own at their own pace. And I think that this #8 gets us prepared for that. We are really in this for the long run.
To sort of change the subject we had two new pilgrims come to the walk yesterday. It has been so long since anyone new has come along. The Covid has really thinned out the visitors over the last year. So we welcome them and hope that this is the beginning of a trend for our Springtime.
Off to walk this morning in a few minutes. A light rain is falling. All the snow is gone. The birds need seeds.
Monday morning loves, Felipé.
6 thoughts on “After The Aftermath”
Thanks, my friend. What you said in this post bears, for me anyway, some pretty deep consideration.
That’s speaking as a non-Pilgrim, never been on the Trail. But nonetheless, I think our old lives expire every nano-second, as soon as they are lived right up to the moment we are in now. and so,
…”our new life made peace with our old life and it all seemed to work at a certain point. But what happens after that? Do we know where to go?”
is an all-day everyday question. A question and a decision presented every moment, which is where we want to be living: In the moment, fully present to what the moment brings.
I am not (A) much good at holding the question and decision in a moment to moment way, and (2) (as the Car Guys would say) I deeply wonder how to know myself/ourselves and our ‘old life/new intention’ well enough to stay out of the mire of confusion and self-blame or shame. It’s easy-peasy when things are all hunky dory and the sun is shining and the bills are paid and domestic life is running on a smooth road, but things aren’t always (or often, even) that way. I’ve no wisdom to share here, just questions and confusion, mostly. The grist is like rocks on the important questions you’ve raised today. Now, just trying to keep the mill in motion even though it’s like grinding rocks to sand.
Steve-O ~ hey, I must have rattled your cage with that one. That number 8 points to the idea that the “roadbed” idea of this all is a grounding theme that is provided by a belief in Christ and his teachings. And that provides a constant beat that provides a way to navigate the good and the bad times. The Camino which we are involved with is linked to St James and he to Christ. It is a Way for us to get there. Miss you, Felipé.
By way of analogy,
My “walk’ seems to have moved through three stages:
The first: Diagnosis- hearing what I have is terminal with a 6 to 9 month life forecast followed by fighting with insurance companies over coverage.
The second: The fight- dealing with the nasty side effects of chemo, November through May of 2019. Then, moving forward with a risky stem cell transplant followed by a long recovery.
The third: Living in remission. Not the same life I had, but a life worth having.
I attended a virtual amyloidsis seminar on Saturday. What struck me was a comment made by one of the doctors on a panel discussion. He said much of the data we read regarding survival rates and treatment options is “old” by the time it is published. There are new, promising, on- going clinical trials that give us reason to have hope.
On a snowy trail this weekend in Central Oregon. Good always to be moving forward, walking, soaking it all in.
Curt ~ very heavy duty update. I am happy for you and happy that you have a new life. Soak it in buddy! Felipé.
Yeah, I guess my comment sounded unmoored gobbledygook.
I actually do get your message.
Steve-O ~ here for you man. Are you back in Ashland? Felipé.
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