Seabird
Active Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- CF April/May (2016), starting in St. Palais, France
The Camino teaches lessons in interesting ways.
Yesterday was sunny, the pathway smooth. Suddenly I am pitching forward, as if pushed. My legs scurry to keep me upright, like a cartoon character whose legs are spinning in mid-air. It's hopeless, and I release my fear of falling and roll into the ditch. Momentarily stunned, I lay there looking at the sky. Like a turtle on its back, I struggle to get myself upright. And begin to laugh. How fortunate that the ditch had no water! How lucky there were no thistles, no brambles. Only soft, sweet, dew-kissed grass to cushion my fall. I was so grateful, so happy. No one in front of me, no one behind me, I move on. Laughing as only a pilgrim can laugh.
The scene of my euphoria:
Yesterday was sunny, the pathway smooth. Suddenly I am pitching forward, as if pushed. My legs scurry to keep me upright, like a cartoon character whose legs are spinning in mid-air. It's hopeless, and I release my fear of falling and roll into the ditch. Momentarily stunned, I lay there looking at the sky. Like a turtle on its back, I struggle to get myself upright. And begin to laugh. How fortunate that the ditch had no water! How lucky there were no thistles, no brambles. Only soft, sweet, dew-kissed grass to cushion my fall. I was so grateful, so happy. No one in front of me, no one behind me, I move on. Laughing as only a pilgrim can laugh.
The scene of my euphoria:
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