Sitting in the beach in the dark after a late September swim. Watching the lights on the marker buoys in the distance signaling their position. I am overtaken with sensory recollections of my nights sailing singlehanded. The tranquility mixed with a little uncertainty, and fear brought on by lack of confidence in my navigation.
My thoughts segue to the Camino and navigational doubts. This time I’m on foot following red and white markers on unknown trails and the yellow markers across Spain. Two years ago on this date I walked in to St Jean Pied du Port after a week hiking through the foothills of the Pyrenees. I was beginning to learn trust. The Universe provided me with everything I needed. I was blessed to have people appear just when I needed them. They became my guides and mentors preparing me for the Francais portion of the Camino du Santiago.
The irony of my beach visit is that it is in part therapy for my hip. I have a tear which prevents me from walking the Camino Português this fall. The pendulum of Doubt returns. I question the future rather than trusting the Universe to provide. Will I be able to walk 15 miles, play squash, sail etc?
I know that I have to just do what is in front of me each day and trust the results. Tomorrow a cortisone shot and continuing PT, exercises, etc and trust the outcome. One step at a time as they say…👣