Radiant Woman here again. Just found myself a pc with the French keyboard again.
This morning I left Cahors, over 350 kilometers of walking now. I can tell you that I am very surprised about this pilgrimage. I thought I would go walking and have silence and long walks by myself. A long holiday to walk and walk. No such thing. I am surrounded by people, lovely talks at night and sometimes during the day. But you know what, the camino/the road, triggers a lot of stuff within me. Lots of time to be with my own thoughts during the day. Also people that I meet trigger behavior of myself that is rather confrontational. So of course old things nicely put away show up too.
At the moment I am looking at a ligament or tendon inflammation. This makes me go slower than I want to. I am a speedy person and I cannot be as speedy as I want to be. Tendonite, as it is called in French, reminds me of tenderness, towards myself. To love myself and take care of me and my needs. There is always ties attached but on this trail I am outside of my life. No such thing as a holiday on the path, it is hard work. Done with great care and love.
I am changing, looking forward for more.