Monday, August 8, 2011

2 months on

It has been 2 months since I embarked on the Camino. Two short yet long months.

Short cos in terms of physical days, it has been whizzing by. Yet long cos at the back of my mind, my soul has been crying out for the quiet and the wilds, the alone-ness and the companionship. Strange that I would have been longing for those for when I was in the thick of things, it was the few things that I wanted to end my journey for - so that those torments would be gone from me.

I am just coming to terms to what it is I have learnt from my trek. Perhaps "learn" is not the appropriate word for it. Perhaps "realisation" would be a better word. And that itself brings about another phase completely on its own.

It is a continuous emptying process. That is what the Camino does to you. You look back on the things that you had done without and realise that if you could do without them then, you can do without them now as life returns to normalcy.

It is not as cut and dried as leaving behind a pair of shoes - that I admit. And of course the process goes much deeper than the mere discarding of material items.

And that is why I say it is another phase all on its own. Can I do it? I have yet to find out. Which means that the journey continues...