Well another one of my aims has been achieved… Another goal; a dream?
I have been silent for a while now (not silent in my everyday life, but in the blogosphere). Quite honestly, it has been difficult to know what to say…
So this is a way to stay in touch with you all, to convey what is happening in this woman’s universe.
I wasn’t sure what to expect on arrival back in England. Lille proved a relaxing few days with my dear friend Mike after the coach ride from hell, twenty six hours from Santiago. Quite honestly, an immediate return to London would have been difficult, and a cultural buffer in the more gentle confines of Northern France was a boon.
Life in youth hostels has been interesting and not unlike the Albergues I was used to in Spain; however London has taken a piece out of me since my return and I have lost my hard edge since the Camino finished. I really miss my compañeros and the wonderful walking.
I have changed, that’s for sure. My mental toughness has diminished somewhat as I try to live through the heart, but I am struggling…
Still my shell remains on my backpack and I walk everyday through the city. I feel the motion is necessary to help my reintroduction to the world that used to be mine. Maybe in time that will return, but for now it’s just not happening. The Camino seems to have become internal. It isn’t over yet; but will it ever be?
Modern life has rushed back into my universe and it’s as if I have been born into a new era. The aggression, anger and pain of folk here is easy to see… Did I really notice it before? I can’t truly remember, but still find myself keeping out of the way, trying to avoid impact and adding to the collective angst.
Oh poor, precious world, what can I do to help you? Is there anything? No… Not really… Just stay out of the way and do no harm. Be happy, be grateful.
Be free… Be me.