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Passing along scrubland and forest plantation on the Frances just prior to the descent into San Justo de la Vega on the outskirts of Astorga, a Camino marker two metres back from the path had been graffitied with two lines in heavy black marker. Intrigued I wandered over and read the (familiar) words;
"The answer my friend is blowin in the wind"
Ten days later I had arrived at albergue La Estrella in the suburbs of Santiago. I was delaying my arrival at the Cathedral until the following day so having secured food and a cold beer sat on the grass bank above the residential block that housed the albergue.
I sat there reflecting on my journey from St Jean, what I had left behind (Divorce, grown up children and a competed 30 year career) and what I would be returning to (starting out again) and what was present in the moment. The sun, passers by below, people playing football nearby, local life carrying on as normal, regardless of my presence.
The pink blossomed trees on the slope which in the instant I focused on them were caught by an unseen breeze. And in that captured moment the blossom gently lifted from the trees and rode that breeze. A murmur of pink petals shaken and at once scattered over the grass slope. Something becoming something else.
Someone becoming someone else.
The jolt of awareness, my answer was indeed "blowin in the wind".
And so I realised all things are indeed transient. Whatever it is we think we have, whatever it is we think we know, who ever we think we are and what we will become. The only sure thing, the only security of outlook is an acceptance that it will pass.
I had known that before, but in that instant I knew I truly understood it at a far deeper level. And that I suppose is what an epiphany, what a Camino, is all about.
"The answer my friend is blowin in the wind"
Ten days later I had arrived at albergue La Estrella in the suburbs of Santiago. I was delaying my arrival at the Cathedral until the following day so having secured food and a cold beer sat on the grass bank above the residential block that housed the albergue.
I sat there reflecting on my journey from St Jean, what I had left behind (Divorce, grown up children and a competed 30 year career) and what I would be returning to (starting out again) and what was present in the moment. The sun, passers by below, people playing football nearby, local life carrying on as normal, regardless of my presence.
The pink blossomed trees on the slope which in the instant I focused on them were caught by an unseen breeze. And in that captured moment the blossom gently lifted from the trees and rode that breeze. A murmur of pink petals shaken and at once scattered over the grass slope. Something becoming something else.
Someone becoming someone else.
The jolt of awareness, my answer was indeed "blowin in the wind".
And so I realised all things are indeed transient. Whatever it is we think we have, whatever it is we think we know, who ever we think we are and what we will become. The only sure thing, the only security of outlook is an acceptance that it will pass.
I had known that before, but in that instant I knew I truly understood it at a far deeper level. And that I suppose is what an epiphany, what a Camino, is all about.