Spring appearing on the descent from the Aubrac Plateau
"Courage doesn't always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow."
~Mary Anne Radmacher
Occasionally there were 'hard days' on the Camino.
One such day was the first day of crossing the Aubrac Plateau when I got so wet and cold. It wasn't the wet and cold that was so hard, it was the fact I was walking alone in those conditions, and knew there was a chance of becoming hypothermic, alone.
So the next morning, I had to 'make myself' walk on.... I had to take my own courage by the scruff of the neck and walk on for the second day of the Aubrac crossing.
And at the end of the day as I descended from the Plateau to a lower altitude,
It seemed like quite a long day from Les Faux to Aumont-Aubrac, and when I checked my e-mail for the first time since leaving Paris there was some sad, hard news about a family at home.
But even though it seemed like a bit of a dull, even difficult day, the sun still came out to leave the shadow of this tree on the ground a quiet bit of joy to notice.
Rom and Aideen have moved from their homeland of Ireland
to serve the needs of pilgrims on the route to Compostela.
This gîte is their home
where they offer warm hospitality
and genuine care for pilgrims.
I count them as friends, and hope to return to visit them one day.
There are several moving verses in this song, but I chose the one about laughter and tears as they are two things I think most pilgrims come to know well....
on the Route Napoleon, heading towards the pass over the Pyrenees
Send out your light and your truth, Let these be my guide, to lead me to your holy mountain and to the place where you live. Then I shall go to the altar of God, to the God of my joy, I shall rejoice.
Leaving Montbonnet on Day 2, with snow lying all around.
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is."
~Albert Einstein
It would be true to say I was 'afraid' when I stepped out alone into the snowy landscape on just my second morning of walking. But along with the anxiety, I knew such excitement, such gladness. How could it be that I was so lucky to be here, in the morning silence, immersed in the secrets of the outdoors, with just a slither of morning sun creeping out across the snowy fields. It was an Hallelujah moment!
When I was traveling in France in 2006 I stayed in a hostel in Cahors. There I met a Frenchwoman who had been walking three weeks along the Le Puy route. Her face glowed with a radiant joy. Speaking to her was what first gave me the idea of walking the Chemin myself....
It was such a special day crossing the pass over the Pyrenees from France into Spain. We had looked at the steepness of the altitude charts for weeks beforehand with trepidation in our hearts(!) but in the event found we were well prepared after weeks of walking.
I took it slowly, and reveled in the views. How fortunate to get such perfect walking weather
-not too hot, and mostly clear views- no rain in sight! There was joy in my heart as I climbed.....
First morning- on the plateau above Le-Puy-en-Velay
"Trust that still, small voice that says 'This might work and I'll try it."
~Diane Mariechild
That first morning when I left Le Puy, I was so tentative. It seemed almost an impossibility that I should walk all the way to Santiago. But after I had reached the top of the old crater basin that held the town, and walked out into the calm of the countryside I had an incredible feeling of calm and joy. I knew I was doing 'the right thing'. I wasn't sure whether I would make it 'all the way' but I already knew a deep peace.
"And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life?"
In 2008 I walked for about eighty days in France and Spain, along the route to Santiago de Compostela. It was a simple life in which I noticed the 'little things' and learned to be more thankful.
In 2012 I walked again, from Cluny to Conques; then three weeks on parts of the Camino Frances.
These photo-text quotes/reflections are inspired by those walks.
My hope is that some others might also find them helpful. Margaret