So much of my life has been in search of growth, happiness, balance and of peace and calm or connection and these days, I feel the results of all the work. All the therapy, all the self help seminars, all the travels, all the mediations and journaling...and the pilgrimages.
I have done multiple pilgrimages through out Spain. The other night I found an old journal and an entry written by my 29 year old self. 10 years later, I think she may have been on to something:
Say something more. Bigger, grander, wiser or perhaps what I really want is for us to slow down, listen, exist.
I plunged into the vibrant sea of wavering, swaying brilliant green grasses that will forever be imprinted in my memory of Spain, of the Camino, of this place of pure existence.
I sit with the Spring sun setting upon my face and song birds calming my thoughts, bees buzzing, roosters crowing- no one is here enjoying this but this is what we all need.
Out here, I am not my issues- silly emotional barriers that take over like a parasite and demand drama, demand me to be lesser than who I am- drenched in fear and doubt and confusion.
No, out here, the breeze doesn't whisper such sorrow, the birds chirp is not of desperation, the bee's buzz is not of anger and resentment. Out here, there is nothing but existence- no thought, no analysis, no issues. Out here, the path is clear- it is what is is and there are no questions. This is the ultimate therapy.