My dear cousin, I loved reading your post today, yes walking is a meditation for sure. I found this to be so true walking the Camino de Santiago. It's ten years ago this fall that I walked 500 miles across Spain. So many people would ask me how I was able to accomplish such a thing, but the truth of it was just a series of walks, one day at a time. I never felt bored walking the Camino. I never listened to music or books as I walked 15-18 miles a day. I was just present for the amazing experiences the way had to offer. Kind of how we all get though life, a few miles at a time. Some days we walk pretty far, some days we can't travel forward much at all. I am planning another Camino walk this fall, with Jack this time maybe. I yearn for that meditative space away for all the worries in my head and heart. I am so glad you are walking and in a meditative energy. I'm sending love!
Wow, Julie! What an experience that must have been in Spain. I love how you characterize it, too, as a series of walks and how one can choose to approach many challenges in that way, a few miles at a time instead of all at once.
This post resonates with me in all the best ways. It lifts my spirits and brings me clarity. I will repeat the last paragraph over and over to remind myself of all that’s good about improving and just moving forward on a walk by the Hudson River. When the world feels unfamiliar or fragile, these are the posts I turn to for comfort and solace. Thank you for being such a wonderful writer and friend, Leah. 💙
This was certainly an encouraging post from you! I heard a more relaxed and hopeful Leah in this.
There was a time when I was a runner. Not a serious racer or someone who compared myself to other runners. I just ran for fun with a neighbor who, like me, was trying to get back into shape after giving birth. Sometimes I wish I had been more serious but when I went back to work after maternity leave, I just wasn’t motivated enough to keep up a running schedule.
I can imagine you as a runner who dreamed of running a marathon. But your months of healing have been a marathon you never dreamed of or wanted. My wish for you is to be at peace with your life and your body after so many months. I know you probably felt like it was betraying you when the healing you needed was so long in coming or when a medication given to you to help you was what your body took and instead it harmed you. I hope that is all in the past. I’m looking forward to an in-person visit!
I used to run with my dad too! Now, I enjoy the meditative state I can get into when swimming. I am happy to hear things are getting better for you.
I didn’t know you also ran with your dad. I really enjoyed that experience growing up and miss him dearly.
My dear cousin, I loved reading your post today, yes walking is a meditation for sure. I found this to be so true walking the Camino de Santiago. It's ten years ago this fall that I walked 500 miles across Spain. So many people would ask me how I was able to accomplish such a thing, but the truth of it was just a series of walks, one day at a time. I never felt bored walking the Camino. I never listened to music or books as I walked 15-18 miles a day. I was just present for the amazing experiences the way had to offer. Kind of how we all get though life, a few miles at a time. Some days we walk pretty far, some days we can't travel forward much at all. I am planning another Camino walk this fall, with Jack this time maybe. I yearn for that meditative space away for all the worries in my head and heart. I am so glad you are walking and in a meditative energy. I'm sending love!
Wow, Julie! What an experience that must have been in Spain. I love how you characterize it, too, as a series of walks and how one can choose to approach many challenges in that way, a few miles at a time instead of all at once.
This post resonates with me in all the best ways. It lifts my spirits and brings me clarity. I will repeat the last paragraph over and over to remind myself of all that’s good about improving and just moving forward on a walk by the Hudson River. When the world feels unfamiliar or fragile, these are the posts I turn to for comfort and solace. Thank you for being such a wonderful writer and friend, Leah. 💙
This was certainly an encouraging post from you! I heard a more relaxed and hopeful Leah in this.
There was a time when I was a runner. Not a serious racer or someone who compared myself to other runners. I just ran for fun with a neighbor who, like me, was trying to get back into shape after giving birth. Sometimes I wish I had been more serious but when I went back to work after maternity leave, I just wasn’t motivated enough to keep up a running schedule.
I can imagine you as a runner who dreamed of running a marathon. But your months of healing have been a marathon you never dreamed of or wanted. My wish for you is to be at peace with your life and your body after so many months. I know you probably felt like it was betraying you when the healing you needed was so long in coming or when a medication given to you to help you was what your body took and instead it harmed you. I hope that is all in the past. I’m looking forward to an in-person visit!