Yes, I have wondered also why I am so willing to throw on a backpack and head out on a pilgrimage, KNOWING that I will be hot, cold, tired, sweaty, soaked and in pain for days on end. It defies logic, doesn't it? But there is something about the act of walking, the progress from place to place, the anticipation of what you will see around the next bend or over that darn hill. It's slowing down your mind to the rhythm of your feet, letting thoughts surface as they will, or maybe need to. It's having the freedom to pause and soak in beautiful sights, or indeed, linger under an ancient tree or rest on a sunwarmed wall. And sometimes it's just trudging toward your destination for the day, desperate for some food and a shower, and the simple bliss of arriving. Maybe only another pilgrim can understand the draw to walking a Camino, but I am glad that I am one who understands. I look forward to reading about yout Two Saints pilgrimage!
Yes, I have wondered also why I am so willing to throw on a backpack and head out on a pilgrimage, KNOWING that I will be hot, cold, tired, sweaty, soaked and in pain for days on end. It defies logic, doesn't it? But there is something about the act of walking, the progress from place to place, the anticipation of what you will see around the next bend or over that darn hill. It's slowing down your mind to the rhythm of your feet, letting thoughts surface as they will, or maybe need to. It's having the freedom to pause and soak in beautiful sights, or indeed, linger under an ancient tree or rest on a sunwarmed wall. And sometimes it's just trudging toward your destination for the day, desperate for some food and a shower, and the simple bliss of arriving. Maybe only another pilgrim can understand the draw to walking a Camino, but I am glad that I am one who understands. I look forward to reading about yout Two Saints pilgrimage!
I’m glad you understand, too!