Early July: Spain to the USA
In just about every scenario that includes a sense of wonder; of marvel - there are as many perspectives as there are humans that are aware of it. When I finished purchasing my airline tickets on the internet to get to and from my real destination - my camino - the very next sensation was being aware of the trails that my own tears left on my cheeks- that slight stinging of salt on skin leaving a slightly cool and sticky trail. There is the awareness (again and again) that I alone decide whether or not to step closer to what I imagine, whatever that may be. My joy was so profound at taking this step that my body reacted physically. Whoa.
Some of the reactions I've gotten from loved ones remind me that we have forgotten in the last hundred years or so how amazing our physical bodies are; who in this world can walk 5 or 6 hours a day? Nearly all of us. We just don't think like that! Millions of human beings through time have used their bodies to get from here to there no matter the distance.
For me, the beginning and ending are far less important than the days in between. I'm interested in knowing how I react and respond to challenge beyond what I know. I'm interested in learning first hand what happens when I bank on faith; in the Universe, God, humankind and myself to get up in the morning and walk 15 or so miles and do that each morning until there are 500 miles across the unknown etched into my physical body and more importantly, my spiritual body.
It's the 4th of January 2014; 5 months and 10 days til I'm off - I did it - I purchased my tickets. Yay, me!