In just under two weeks, I walk out the door and begin the jouney on the Camino. Final preparations are underway. I'm unpacking and re-packing. Where possible, I'm exchanging some items for others that weigh less. I'm walking to test the fit of clothes, boots and pack, and to test the fitness of my body.
What I can't really test is the fitness of my mind and spirit. I guess that is what the pilgrimage is for.
I try to imagine what the next two months will be like, what I will encounter on both the outer and inner paths. I admit to more than a little trepidation. I've been turning to favorite authors for what reassurance and encouragement I can find, such as this from John O'Donohue's "To Bless The Space Between Us" ("Benedictus" in the UK):
A GREAT MOMENT KNOCKS ON THE DOOR OF YOUR HEART.
It remains the dream of every life to realize itself, to reach out and lift oneself up to greater heights. A life that continues to remain on the safe side of its own habits and repetitions, that never engages with risk of its own possibility, remains an unlived life. There is within each heart a hidden voice that calls out for freedom and creativity. We often linger for years in spaces that are too small and shabby for the grandeur of our spirit. Yet experience always remains faithful to us. If lived truthfully and generously, it will always guide us towards the real pastures.