Ever since I got back from the Camino, my friends and family have been asking me how it was. I keep trying to come up with something to say besides “Great!” but nothing’s working so far. My thoughts are swirling. There’s too much to talk about, on so many levels. Part of me wants to just say “You’d have to have been there to get it” but the rest of me is fighting on, struggling for the perfect words to explain the lessons that I learned. I know that I can’t give up trying to express these new parts of me, because that’s as good as never having walked out my front door in the first place. It’s more than that, though. I’ve been given some very precious information, and I know that I can use it to be of service to those around me. I just need to let the thoughts simmer a little longer, I guess.
That being said, I did learn a lot of other little things. I learned that on a clear day in the Pyrenees, you can hear all the way down a mountain. I learned that walking through mud makes the little kid in me giggle uncontrollably. I learned that animals trust me, and that I wasn’t just imagining that I had a connection with horses. I learned that I might be weird, but there are plenty of other weirdos out there who’re on my frequency. I learned to stop saying goodbye, and to take advantage of knowledge when it’s offered. I learned (again) that I have an eye for detail, and I should cultivate my ability to admire the smallest bits of nature. I learned that I love Pimientos de Padron, and Pacharan, and Catalan vaulting. I learned that staying off of social media quells my anxiety. I learned to listen to my inner voice, and be true to my needs instead of putting everyone else in my life first. I learned that I can be happy, healthy, and whole again.
But that’s just the small stuff.