“Most people don’t have the luxury of just leaving it all behind.” -Tom Avery, “The Way”
I am one of the fortunate ones who does have the luxury of “leaving it all behind” for six weeks to walk from southern France to northwestern Spain. I have the time, money, health, and courage to make this happen and I’m grateful for that.
I just finished watching “The Way” starring Martin Sheen and so many things are going through my mind. (So many, in fact, that I can’t keep track of any of them unless I write them down. My mind is frequently like that, which can make it difficult to sleep, remember things, and _________. Fortunately, I have developed systems that help me cope with this; writing things down as I think of them, emailing or texting myself reminders, keeping notebooks everywhere, having a digital calendar with pop-up reminders, putting notes in my back pocket (that’s how I remembered to buy toothpaste today). But clearly I digress…)
While it’s been awhile since I published a new post on this blog, I have been writing and have several posts in the works. One is about what it means to be a pilgrim, another memories of the eight months I lived in a small town in southern Spain. I’m very fond of “The Writing Process”: prewriting, drafting, revising, proofreading, repeat, repeat, repeat. Perhaps too fond of it, as it prevents me from actually publishing much of what I write.
So here are the things I’m thinking about (I’m going to get them down so I don’t forget what they are and then expound): My new shoes for the Camino, Brooks Cascadia (4th pair I’ve tried); typing on a tablet; backpack (48 or 36?); camera for the Camino; rock for the Camino; ebooks for the Camino; buy another pair of Prana capris?; bed bugs; sadly I can’t remember what I really wanted to post tonight as it’s slipped my mind (and I didn’t write it down quickly enough).
I began the physical process of packing today although I created my packing list with weights some time ago. Today I began laying (not lying) items for the trip out on the bedroom floor:
|Socks that run too large.|
|The beginnings of packing.|
There is something about this process that makes an impending trip seem more real, more tangible.
So, I am virtually falling asleep as I type, exhausted from the head and upper respiratory cold I’ve had for the past week. Therefore, I will finish this up but unlike most of my posts, I am simply going to select “publish” without reading it over and over and over, editing, revising, proofreading. It will have to suffice as is (no reason I can’t delete it later if it doesn’t work for me.)