Walking, walking, walking



Every morning, I've been getting up at about 5:15 a.m. and walking the dog. I try to go another block or so every day. I can't do much more, though, because I think I'll wear out the dog! She's just a little pound poodle, Peaches, so an hour's walk for her is a big deal. She loves it, however, because as soon as she hears me click on my fanny pack, she's dashing across the room to make sure I don't leave without her!!
I've been watching some YouTube videos of The Camino that were sent via email from a group that I've belonged to since I hatched this wild plan to do this, back 7 years ago, if you can believe that. My Spanish lessons are coming along, and I feel fairly confident that I will at least be able to accomplish rudimentary communication while I'm there. I'm starting to hear Spanish in my head a lot and if Glena wouldn't mind, I'd be watching the few Spanish channels that we have on our DirecTV! In fact, I did watch today while she was out, and what did I see? A commercial for a whole set of tapes, etc. to learn Ingles! Irony, eh??
My shamanic teacher has agreed to do a blessing for me before I leave. I plan to invite a few close friends who have been so supportive of this endeavor since I announced it so long ago. I can't believe it's just barely more than a month away. I feel so blessed to be able to do this. I know my mother is watching with a smile on her face. She always wanted to travel, and now, through me, she will. I hope to take some photos with me to show as I go along. Meeps, Glena, the boys and Jessica, our house, garden, and of course, Peaches! I know it's "frivolous" weight, but pictures will make an instant connection when you are struggling with words!
I want to be able to find the words for this trip. I am trying to journey on the days when I don't have Spanish lessons, to keep up with my yoga, to work, to study, to put a little bit of time in many areas of my life. The balancing act is delicate, but that is all right. Soon, for a little while, I will not have to balance anything, just put on my pack every morning, and put one foot in front of the other until I reach my destination. And, truthfully, all other worries and trepidations aside, I think the blissful sense of relief that will bring is going to outweigh any other concerns I might have. It's like I am finally living the fantasy I had of walking back to Oklahoma City from Atlanta when I was a sad little kid, uprooted for the umpteenth time and wanting to go back home. I will make that journey for the little girl that was me.
Blessings,
Crone

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