Well now, that's a simple enough question for a journey like this, isn't it? Especially when you've told people you're doing this difficult thing on a highly religious path which is steeped in spirituality and awakening.
I don't believe my Creator is a tide, whose presence or love ebbs and flos. My Creator is. Just is.
And so here, on The Way - what happened for me here? Because one, always, is touched in the mystic opening of a new experience and just like a new piece of music, it becomes us enough for us to move in that way and reveal our dance.
Walking, is a miracle at stirring compassion for self.
So, here I found how much that Creator of me wants me to love myself. In the pain that tore my muscles, I found the strength to keep going by stepping my body mindfully, bearing the weight of my backpack gently through my legs to my feet. In reaching an abergue, I needed to look after myself yet keep my belongings safely, lovingly tolerant of others already resting. And in waking up the next day, so very early, knowing how many miles I'll need to cover and do so with kindness for myself.
It's not what I'm used to doing, so I'm leaning into this healing feeling which for me, living with this mindset, creates a new era. I see the grace of 'God' in me by being so graceful.
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