Skandinaviangirl
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- Camino Frances 19th Aug - 19th September 2015
Camino Del Norte + Camino Primitivo in the summer of 2016
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Thank you for your post,it helps me realise I am not the only one who feels exactly what you wrote.We suffer from a disease that I call "Caminoitis" and not only is it uncureable, but it is not understood by most,often those closest to us.Time will help you move forward and keeping in touch with the forum will give you comfort ,advice and answers to any questions you may have.God Bless and Buen Camino.Hello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
What a wonderful post,and by writing I think you have brought comfort to so many people who are feeling the same. Myself for one!! We finished our camino in July and I still feel unsettled and just want to start it all over again. We have walked a lot of the caminos and I don't know why, but this is the first time that I have felt unsettled after returning and although our first one in 2005 was a wonderful experience ( camino France's) this time around it was even better. We are still in contact with some people that we met on these caminos and they too feel as you do. Each time on leavingSantiago I buy a few things that remind me of the way e.g a ceramic plaque of that camino,a yellow arrow which is outside our front door,another one on the back of the car,postcards and photos that I have framed, a few shells on the walls,our first credentials that we have framed --- don't laugh please!! Anyway you get the gist that our home has become a bit of a shrine to the Camino. Guess I may be a suitable case for treatment!! And to cap it all I may just have brainwashed my two 4 year old grandsons that we will walk the Camino when they are 9 or 10 and they now talk often about " the Camino". Of course so many of us feel as you do, otherwise for heavens sake why would we be on this forum so often!!!! A connection to the way we felt when we walked " that way"I suppose.please do not lose that joyful feeling that you previously had, and don't be sad . Just look foreward to planning your next Camino. Best wishes to you.Hello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
Hello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
Exactly. Very well said.Try taking what you have learned on the Camino and embedding some of it into your daily life. I have found the Camino to be an introspective journey where I learn about myself. The key, imo, is to take the gift it has given us home and make changes that improve the life we have chosen.
Ultreya,
Joe
I think one off the things that happens for pilgrims is a falling away of all that iss not essential in life. We return to the life we left behind and realize the superficiality of it. Unless you are bound hand and foot to job, spouse, bills whatever then I say keep walking. You had a soul encounter out there and your authentic wild self craves more. Check out the book Soul Craft by Bill PlotkinHello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
What you say may be true, for you. I simply know that my children, grandchildren& spouse depend on me to lead by example, the Camino is very important to me but not as important as my family. The real world supports that.I think one off the things that happens for pilgrims is a falling away of all that iss not essential in life. We return to the life we left behind and realize the superficiality of it. Unless you are bound hand and foot to job, spouse, bills whatever then I say keep walking. You had a soul encounter out there and your authentic wild self craves more. Check out the book Soul Craft by Bill Plotkin
YOUR real world. Not THE real world...What you say may be true, for you. I simply know that my children, grandchildren& spouse depend on me to lead by example, the Camino is very important to me but not as important as my family. The real world supports that.
Keith
Hi and welcome to addiction club.Hello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
Hello pilgrims,
Sadly, I am suffering a lot from the post-camino blues. It's been almost a month since I came back home. Still I feel miserable whenever I think about the joy of the Camino. I have been writing down some notes here and there. Sometimes when I am at work I just find myself describing the Camino in different ways. I miss it so incredibly much. Sometimes I see pictures from the Camino, and people who are walking the way right now, and I just get tears in my eyes. I am really not satisfied with where I am right now I guess, but I feel like I'm doing my best to move in the right direction. Anyway, I just feel like sharing my notes with some people who understand.
The Camino is life and love, and breathing and being. I love to walk and see, and smell and be. Like some men have the love for steel and fire, I love the air and nature. Using and exhausting my legs is like medication for my mind, my being, my religion, my feeling.
Oh the people you meet. Those sweet people. How much have I learned from them, I cannot tell, for I have learned countless lessons and probably taught some myself. Another plus-side is my English; I have improved my English a lot, haha!
I miss the long, high and beautiful roads of the Camino. I miss the peace, the sound of dirt being crushed beneath my boots in a rhythmic, constant, reassuring way. I miss watching the birds fly and dance with each other in the air, while listening to my one true life companion talking and laughing, and feeling like I never ever want to go home. Now I only wish to return and walk those paths day by day, again and again. How I miss the Camino! There is nothing but love for life on the way. Nothing but that!
To walk or not to walk, that is the real question. For once you walk, you are. Being is not an option. You think! You talk! You laugh! You cry! You feel life enclose around yourself, and hold you, and you learn to love yourself the way life loves you too.
Tears fill my eyes whenever I see your pictures. You are there, right now and I am not. I feel happy for you, but I am jealous of you too. Why do I feel this way? I should not be sad, but happy. It happened to me too, but every memory feels like a distant dream. I am afraid of waking up and realizing it never happened. Or maybe just realizing it's over. It's over. It's over. I'ts over. But someone told me it's only just beginning?
Why is this experience controlling my life? Why can't I forget it and be happy? Why is a random path so incredibly special? I don't understand. I feel angry, but I also feel so much love. Maybe I'm not finished yet.
Maybe I'll upload some more notes in this thread after some time. I'll see.
Much love from Scandinavia.
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