Oh my… back home post Camino and things feel really different. So much to discuss and the first thing pressing for attention is the absence of things pressing for attention…and the decision to keep it that way. Yep that‘s a little confusing. One thing that makes change so hard is the comfort level of the familiar. The feeling of being in control is addictive. At first even negative things that are predictable feel better than a great open expanse of living in the moment.
Before the walk I had read and was prepared for (here insert I thought I was in control of) my experience of the Camino. Things could have continued like that for the whole walk. Marcia could have imposed controlled Marcianess on the walk and at the end of 100K the only difference would be some dusty clothes and tired feet.
However, I began to change the second day by removing things from my backpack…didn’t need so much of this,
could do with a lot less of that. What I didn’t realize is that I wasn’t just lightening my load I was unpacking control and leaving it behind. The day I felt real growth I didn’t take a pack at all (not even my reading glasses so then why bother with a map.) There were yellow arrows pointing the way…to where ever they were leading me.
I decided that it was a day for walking alone. Since I had given up all idea of control I also seemed to have unpacked the critical voice that usually narrates how far short of perfect that I’ve fallen or the one that is poking and telling me what I should be doing instead. Wow how great the freedom and ease without them. OK…critical voices/laughable idea of being in control…by golly they must be connected.
Now I am back home and as you can guess (I’m sure you have experienced it also) my mind is furiously trying to repack the backpack and slip the straps over my arms. This giving up control is ok while away from home…after all it really doesn’t count then…but now it is back to “real life”. As you know your mind doesn’t give up control without a real tussle. I find myself mentally pulling out and dusting off all the old things that worked in the past to shove me right back where I belong. Here insert your own list of things that in the past tanked any of your efforts toward real growth. The difference is that this time I know what that open road feels like. To stride along it unencumbered by anything that tries to narrow it down or block it entirely is an amazing feeling. With faith that your own yellow arrows will point you in the direction you need to go…drop your backpack and stride forward finding your own sense of freedom and excitement along your path.
Before the walk I had read and was prepared for (here insert I thought I was in control of) my experience of the Camino. Things could have continued like that for the whole walk. Marcia could have imposed controlled Marcianess on the walk and at the end of 100K the only difference would be some dusty clothes and tired feet.
However, I began to change the second day by removing things from my backpack…didn’t need so much of this,
could do with a lot less of that. What I didn’t realize is that I wasn’t just lightening my load I was unpacking control and leaving it behind. The day I felt real growth I didn’t take a pack at all (not even my reading glasses so then why bother with a map.) There were yellow arrows pointing the way…to where ever they were leading me.
I decided that it was a day for walking alone. Since I had given up all idea of control I also seemed to have unpacked the critical voice that usually narrates how far short of perfect that I’ve fallen or the one that is poking and telling me what I should be doing instead. Wow how great the freedom and ease without them. OK…critical voices/laughable idea of being in control…by golly they must be connected.
Now I am back home and as you can guess (I’m sure you have experienced it also) my mind is furiously trying to repack the backpack and slip the straps over my arms. This giving up control is ok while away from home…after all it really doesn’t count then…but now it is back to “real life”. As you know your mind doesn’t give up control without a real tussle. I find myself mentally pulling out and dusting off all the old things that worked in the past to shove me right back where I belong. Here insert your own list of things that in the past tanked any of your efforts toward real growth. The difference is that this time I know what that open road feels like. To stride along it unencumbered by anything that tries to narrow it down or block it entirely is an amazing feeling. With faith that your own yellow arrows will point you in the direction you need to go…drop your backpack and stride forward finding your own sense of freedom and excitement along your path.