I remember so well the journey ... the smell of mint along the way, the bells around the sheep

To 520 km walk is no joke. Believe me. Maybe it would have been easier if one is not in 20 days trying to do it. Or, maybe your step lighter now if you do everything you need to travel on your back should wear. This would ensure better gone than the road just seemed to remain. But alas, we had to walk over our own two feet, pakkaas on the back, walking stick in hand, and with all the ups and foul Affe and I discovered Fouché muscles we did not know we have. And of course (though you never say out loud), you start with yourself wondering whether it really that bright idea was sooo long to save Spain to fly and the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage to come running. Because yes, you then just on day one all blisters and every muscle in your body groans.
But, then one day you realize how quiet it is. Suddenly it's just you and the earth under your feet. Though the way your feet hurt, you feel the life seeping through your veins and the birds twittering deafening a forgotten pajar piece stays in your came loose.
A Pilgrim learn not to worry about tomorrow, but simply the piece step ahead of you. And in this piece that you have to walk, you can not help with awe looking at the world around you. A mountain you have with your own feet to get out can not be tamed. He makes you tired. The hand briefly in passing by a nettle touched, pajar burn more easily throughout the day. How did we ever start thinking that we, too, that creature is the boss, that we have a right to be with nature to do what we want? Many mornings we walked nice cloudy weather, but as the sun his head sticking out the afternoon there was a prayer of gratitude in your heart for every tree that shaded the hot way threw. Each beautiful view, every flower, every first seeing the sea after a long hill, you are given new energy like no bottle energade can not.
I remember so well the journey ... the smell of mint along the way, the bells around the sheep's neck, the cool breeze by the sea. I remember how time stood still started. What I really could listen again. To myself. pajar To nature. To people who walk with you stories. I remember how the simplest actions were holy and how there will be tranquility in your body came to lie that he's here.
It's not easy to slow down once you are walking back to the house. It's pajar easier to just go on to become part of a rat race. And yet ... the possibility is there ... we do not need to be in Spain for a pilgrim to be. Here in South Africa it may still needful to slowly walk and listen. For a pilgrim learn that you can change the world, you have to walk slowly pajar enough to let the world change you.
Sunday, October 12, 2014 09:00 James Kirkpatrick 15:00 Stella Faith Community Chapel Adoramusdiens 18:00 - William Nicol Sunday, October 19, 2014 8:30 Marina de Wet James Kirkpatrick 10:00 - 15:00 Jr. Youth Groups Stella Faith Community 18: 00 Fouche de Wet - Senior Youth Groups 18:00 Adoramusdiens Chapel - Anton Pienaar Are you interested in books, DVDs, CDs and magazines?
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