The Curse & Blessing of Walking for Days
The basis for this post came while walking a section of the Camino originating in Le-Puy-en-Velay, France, September 2014.
I've found that one the great blessings of walking is that you have a lot of time to think. I've also found that one the great curses of walking is that I have a lot of time to think.
Sometimes too much.
With no distractions, it's like every worry and fear I carry inside gets dialed up a few notches.
But part of why I walk for hours and hours each day is for this precise reason. I don't want to run from what is within me. I would rather confront this great tossing sea inside than be moved by forces outside my awareness.
Thankfully the walking and the space to think and pray and wrestle have been clarifying.
It has felt as if a flame has been put to my soul—burning off the excess, the false, the unimportant—like wax running off a lit candle.