Friday, June 7, 2013

June 6, 2013

I wonder why it is that every time I reach a high point in my life, it always seems to be followed by extreme difficulty or pain. The Camino has illustrated that perfectly over the past couple of days. Yesterday, I reached the highest point of my journey so far, both in reality and metaphorically. Today I was looking forward to some easier downhills, but instead I was met with some of the most challenging downhill terrain I've experienced since this began. Kilometer after kilometer of rocky, uneven and slippery paths, made even more dangerous and difficult by the light rain falling on and off all day.

It seems that whenever I make a commitment to follow my soul's journey, my path immediately gets more difficult, challenging my every step. At times it makes me want to scream at the injustice of it all. Or at least what I perceive to be injustice.

When does the path get easier? Does it ever?


  1. I found the trek into Acebo perhaps the most difficult section of the Camino. As difficult, for me, as St Jean to Roncesvalles. It killed my knees.

    So yes, it DOES get easier from this point on.

    Just found your blog today, by the way, so will enjoy catching up,on your journey to date.

    1. Thank you. Both for telling me it gets easier and for reading my blog. I hope you enjoy it. It's all here. The ups and downs, the good and the bad, the smiles and the tears. Congratulations on finishing yours!

  2. Thank you! Back now a month, still limping! but missing it. The climb up to O Cebreiro is tough, coming up - but you've climbed the Pyrenees so you'll do fine!

    my blog, if you want to dip into it, is:

    I look forward to following the rest of your journey.