Today I walked into our town. After a while it started raining. On the corner of the street I noticed a shining metal lying on the wet stones. With picking it up I saw a cross. I do not know what kind of cross really. Maybe anyone knows?
It is interesting since something has been on my mind, mostly because I did not want to make a choice. I was postponing and making myself miserable for it. What is this about?
You might have noticed my last photo posted here was taken in Vezelay. This is in the middle of France and an important city in the pilgrimage walk to Santiago de Compestella. I have been talking about walking to Santiago for a couple of years now. To take the time off and be on the path and in the silence. What a treat that would be. One day when the children can come or zillion other reasons. You know what I mean.
And if you ask for something, guess what? You can get it. My husband suggested that I take time off until the Autumn Holiday, in about six weeks, and go. Yes really. Now. From home, or from Vezelay or from where ever. He will pick me up during the Autumn Holiday with the car. Can you get what he is saying?
I could not and still cannot really handle it. Feelings of insecurity and fear came up while we discussed it. Can I do this? Will I allow myself to do this so soon after traveling extensively?
Only 30 minutes ago I booked a ticket to Lyon (France) next week. Close to Lyon is a place called Le Puy en Velay. The starting point of the Via Podiensis, a very old pilgrimage road leading to Saint Jean Pied de Port at the border of Spain.
Yes I really did. Am I foolish? Perhaps. I will see what comes up in feelings and go anyway. See a cross, pick it up and walk with it. Kind of a connection to a pilgrimage.