chilledKat
Active Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- June/July 2014
Hi everyone,
Live from Leon. I will precursor this by saying this is a very sensitive topic to write about or share. For me at least.
Well my Camino has certainly taken many twists and turns so far. As is to be expected. With that comes many lessons also.
I now find myself in Leon. In a cheapish hotel near the river, contemplating the next chapter of my Camino. A second visit to a medical centre since my trip started, the first being for a sprained ankle. This time, after a 27km+ walk on my birthday no less, I find that I have a very bad infection and currently am unable to walk. Literally. I have two massive bandages around both feet, the result of not listening to my body and trying to walk through the pain.
I have been called everything from a taxigreno to a hotelgreno and all in between. Luckily most have been gentle with me at the times I have been most hard and cruel to myself. I have been advised that I am not allowed to walk at all for four days and will have to get my bandages changed daily by a doctor and my wounds seen to. My feet look like a horror film.
Which brings me to this. My new Camino. It's going to be markedly different from the one I was on. I may not reach Santiago in time before my flight leaves now. It's financially not possible for me to change my flights back to Australia. It leaves me with a huge dilemma of what is important....the walk or getting to Santiago. I have sadly missed much of the Meseta which was so important for me to do.
I have been lectured by a French zealot at a private hostal on doing it the right way and that clearly I haven't been.
So this post is just a gentle reminder to all who we see on the path that we each have our own challenges. Some may have none, others many.
A beautiful Camino friend shared with me recently her favourite Kafka quote. I think this sums it up aptly
"We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell."
Thank you for allowing me to share.
Katrina xo
Live from Leon. I will precursor this by saying this is a very sensitive topic to write about or share. For me at least.
Well my Camino has certainly taken many twists and turns so far. As is to be expected. With that comes many lessons also.
I now find myself in Leon. In a cheapish hotel near the river, contemplating the next chapter of my Camino. A second visit to a medical centre since my trip started, the first being for a sprained ankle. This time, after a 27km+ walk on my birthday no less, I find that I have a very bad infection and currently am unable to walk. Literally. I have two massive bandages around both feet, the result of not listening to my body and trying to walk through the pain.
I have been called everything from a taxigreno to a hotelgreno and all in between. Luckily most have been gentle with me at the times I have been most hard and cruel to myself. I have been advised that I am not allowed to walk at all for four days and will have to get my bandages changed daily by a doctor and my wounds seen to. My feet look like a horror film.
Which brings me to this. My new Camino. It's going to be markedly different from the one I was on. I may not reach Santiago in time before my flight leaves now. It's financially not possible for me to change my flights back to Australia. It leaves me with a huge dilemma of what is important....the walk or getting to Santiago. I have sadly missed much of the Meseta which was so important for me to do.
I have been lectured by a French zealot at a private hostal on doing it the right way and that clearly I haven't been.
So this post is just a gentle reminder to all who we see on the path that we each have our own challenges. Some may have none, others many.
A beautiful Camino friend shared with me recently her favourite Kafka quote. I think this sums it up aptly
"We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell."
Thank you for allowing me to share.
Katrina xo