She asked herself, “how do I leave?”
“You just walk away,” her heart responded without a moments hesitation.
The past month my prime daily practice has been walking.
Walking forward, walking back. Walking slowly, walking fast.
Walking over, walking around. Most of all, walking away.
I walked away from paralyzing fear of all that could go wrong in the pursuit of a dream.
I walked away from clung-to security & comfortable illusion of unhealthy relationships & bad habits.
I walked away from my hometown & the identity created of who I thought I should be.
I walked away from technology & social media & phone communication
(save weekly check-ins with my mom, of course).
I walked away from life as I knew it without looking back
(and now I am back for contrast sake).
I walked 200 miles away from the girl I was to become the woman I am.
As it turns out, that 200-mile trek was a mere warm up.
Because life itself is a great walk – THE Great Walk.
On our pilgrimages the people vary, the scenery rolls on, the weather shifts, the seasons change, some is lost, some is gained. Only one thing remains – the sense through which we perceive our Camino, our Way.
Focus on the present task was all I could do to make it through a month in the most remote, least human populated, highest grizzly & wolf & butterfly populated parts of Wyoming. If I ever thought about the BIG picture, the trek as a whole instead of in parts, it would overwhelm me to the point of frozen breathlessness.
The ‘one step at a time’ mentality remains a necessity, though I now find myself on an uncharted, unmapped, uncertain trail more intimidating than the remote wilderness from which I emerged, a Wild Woman at last.
Sometimes the only thing we can do is walk away.
Step by single step. One cairn to the next.
Which direction will you choose?