When I walk during this pilgrimage to Santiago I feel more and more free, my own company is the very best. My health improves, my mind takes time to improve itself. I move into openness far away from the person I was.
I feel already opened up, lighter with 5 kilos or maybe more. I left many metaphorical stones behind and sent one kilo of luggage home. It takes hard work to liberate the soul and the body of old stuff.
Yesterday I walked 14 km along a canal and the urge to throw stones in the canal arrived. Stones connected to the men in my life and all the hurts attached. I kicked and screamed while throwing stones in. For the neighbour that hurt me, the guys that left me before I was ready to leave them. My whole love life got renovated there along the canal. Tears went down my cheeks and yes it hurt. And it felt so good.
When the rocks hit the surface of the water they made ripples and then the silence returned. My feelings surfaced and I left them then and there. Who cares about what happened 25 years ago? I left it behind.
This morning we had the guessing game for ages at breakfast. I was aged 24, 28 to 34. What a great game since I am 42.