The heron, the wild rocket, the cliff walk…. ah, beautiful. What is the race about? Why do we race ourselves? Thank you for sharing your story with us Pelin.
Loved your Camino story, Pelin. It’s such a good example of what happens when we try to run away from what we are feeling and the body then stops us and forces us to be with what is. That moment with the singing nuns must have been so very beautiful!
Dear Pelin, perhaps you told this story just for me! It turns out you and I are same age and we both walked the camino at the same age (so that'd be 2010, right?) which is marvelous. Not only that, there's also a common pattern. I started walking from St Jean Pied de Port early April, with an 11 kg backpack, in sneakers, in complete and blissful ignorance. On the 3rd day I could not walk anymore, so I had to stop and let go all my camino companions which was so challenging for me. I rested for a day, threw away my sneakers, got proper hiking boots and resumed the next day. I was walking after a severe burnout and the journey showed me how competitive I was and how I did not know how to pace myself. Most of it was an inner battle with myself and facing some shadows that led to my burnout in the first place. But there was magic too. For example one rainy day I had a stop at a refugio and some psychic Swedish woman told me that I will be signing my book at the age of 45 and the book I would have written will be an inspiration to the women of my country. Precisely 10 years later "Kadınlar Şifadır" was published and I was signing it. (I did write about the camino in the book as well) So there you go, thank you for this sweet synchronicity, it's wonderful to see how our lives are invisibly intertwined through grace.
What a beautiful story. I cried all the way through. Thank you for sharing this. ✨🙏✨
The heron, the wild rocket, the cliff walk…. ah, beautiful. What is the race about? Why do we race ourselves? Thank you for sharing your story with us Pelin.
Loved your Camino story, Pelin. It’s such a good example of what happens when we try to run away from what we are feeling and the body then stops us and forces us to be with what is. That moment with the singing nuns must have been so very beautiful!
Thank you, dear Emma. It really was magical 🫠
Dear Pelin, perhaps you told this story just for me! It turns out you and I are same age and we both walked the camino at the same age (so that'd be 2010, right?) which is marvelous. Not only that, there's also a common pattern. I started walking from St Jean Pied de Port early April, with an 11 kg backpack, in sneakers, in complete and blissful ignorance. On the 3rd day I could not walk anymore, so I had to stop and let go all my camino companions which was so challenging for me. I rested for a day, threw away my sneakers, got proper hiking boots and resumed the next day. I was walking after a severe burnout and the journey showed me how competitive I was and how I did not know how to pace myself. Most of it was an inner battle with myself and facing some shadows that led to my burnout in the first place. But there was magic too. For example one rainy day I had a stop at a refugio and some psychic Swedish woman told me that I will be signing my book at the age of 45 and the book I would have written will be an inspiration to the women of my country. Precisely 10 years later "Kadınlar Şifadır" was published and I was signing it. (I did write about the camino in the book as well) So there you go, thank you for this sweet synchronicity, it's wonderful to see how our lives are invisibly intertwined through grace.
Filiiiz! I love love this reflection. How perfect, thank you for sharing