I once walked the Camino, at that time it was the best journey for me to be on, a mind challenged by a challenge, a walking I did go, 30 days across Spain, 30 nights asleep with 100 hundred snoring pilgrims.
I did not know the outcome of this trip. My feet sore and feeling raw, the beginning was a real pain, a week or so later a new and painful routine had become normal, comfortable, body adapt and tolerance grown.
When the final came, I didn’t want to go home, but since then I did realise, my Camino is my everyday, my way and pain and sawness and rawness is everyday, it will and should not ever go away, instead I allow and try to welcome it, to teach and guide me, along my path of life, this way or that way.
To lead me where I am meant to go.