Skandinaviangirl
Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances 19th Aug - 19th September 2015
Camino Del Norte + Camino Primitivo in the summer of 2016
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.
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.