Today I saw the Pyrenees for the first time. They have been clouded for the last week or so since I first saw them. The locals say that visible mountains means that the rain will come soon. When it rains in the villages it snows on the top that I still need to cross.
In two days the French side of the pilgrimage is over. 750 kilometers in 35 days, three days of rest, 50 km by bus because of the problems with my leg. Together with Alain most of the time, it is nice to share the road. About 800 km more to reach Santiago de Compostela. A couple more weeks, if all goes well. My feet guide me. I am going.
Walking days on end has a good effect on people. To feel alive, to meet people that are all influenced by the camino. Not only does every one use their body every day, it becomes a gift to be able to start over again every day. That the feet and the body are strong enough to go on and on. That the blisters are over and the weather is good. Life becomes simple and people begin to leave stuff behind. In the gite this morning there was a nice selection of books in several languages, a sun hat, tape, shampoo, shoe treatment stuff, dictionary and s scarf. I bet it will be worse when time progresses.
My mind is clear, things from the past can surface if needed. I practice to stay centered. During the day I am fine. Often I begin to loose myself when in the group. Rather than talking I am listening and answering with less words. No need to talk much, and I already know all the stories that I tell. How often do I sit and really listen to someone? So that an exchange of real stuff can happen? Listening is a great thing, I am doing the best I can. The camino is for me to be used now, to travel unknown roads and behavior in myself. The silence begins to speak to me. I am willing, I listen.