I'm getting ready for another trip to Spain to volunteer in an alburgue and walk for a few days. My friends wonder with all the places in the world to visit, why do I keep going back to the camino? Difficult to answer. Long explanation. Eyes glaze over. The easy answer - because I like it. I like everthing about it, the place, the people, the feeling. The poets manage it the best. Concise, visual, emotional.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can.
Bilbo Baggins
Walker, your footsteps
are the road and nothing more.
Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
Antonio Machado
like a person and place you had sought forever,
like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
like another life, and the road still stretching on.
David Whyte
I go to the camino to reset my inner self and to remember once again that there is good in the world. I go to test myself, physically, sure, but also see if can I still be patient and kind and forgiving and generous. I go to see the divesity of the world. I go to live in the moment where there is no tomorrow or yesterday, only right now.
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