hel&scott
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- 2004 St Jean - Santiago, 2008 &18 Seville - Finesterre, 2010 Ferrol - Lisbon, 2012 from Cartehenga.
As I sipped my tea and read the paper online this morning, something one has the time for when not on camino, I was struck by this quote by the Danish thinker Kirkegaard. He was commenting on how walking helps promote thought and eventually you will walk and think out what is bothering you. I think many of us have had this experience on the camino, and how many of us have gone for a walk to clear out heads? I like to think that if I keep on walking eventually the noise and distractions in my brain will clear and everthing will become calm just me and the rustle of leaves below my feet. No earth shattering new thoughs for me, calm is what I am aiming for.
The Japanese concept of shinrin-yoku or Forest Bathing (not to be confused with Green Washing) is probably closest to how I feel and I guess why I enjoy the Galician glades so much. Sunlight filtered through green leaves does lift the spirits, even when its aided by a mist of gentle rain. This time of year I make do with walking around the farm, the leaves are turning yellow on the walnuts and as I collect the last of the chestnuts I think of the old couples in Spanish woods collecting autumn bounty.
Meanwhile the walnuts are gently drying in their racks after the madness of the harvest and peace is decending (like falling leaves) on the farm. It is time to turn the pigs out and let them fatten on the last of the nuts, Scott liked to think of this as his own southern camino, but more green and verdent then the heat of the Messa. I guess if you keep working at it, things sort themselves out.
The Japanese concept of shinrin-yoku or Forest Bathing (not to be confused with Green Washing) is probably closest to how I feel and I guess why I enjoy the Galician glades so much. Sunlight filtered through green leaves does lift the spirits, even when its aided by a mist of gentle rain. This time of year I make do with walking around the farm, the leaves are turning yellow on the walnuts and as I collect the last of the chestnuts I think of the old couples in Spanish woods collecting autumn bounty.
Meanwhile the walnuts are gently drying in their racks after the madness of the harvest and peace is decending (like falling leaves) on the farm. It is time to turn the pigs out and let them fatten on the last of the nuts, Scott liked to think of this as his own southern camino, but more green and verdent then the heat of the Messa. I guess if you keep working at it, things sort themselves out.
