“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” A companion pilgrim from the U.K. asked me, “Are you losing things?”

“Yes, I left my walking pole in Pamplona.”

“Oh that’s good news! I thought I was going crazy. I’ve lost my hat, my poles, along the way.”

I say, “Well, the fact we both lose things is very thin evidence that you are not crazy.” Luckily, he laughed.

And the day began …

Good walk. Early on, one big hill. I took it at pace, and left my walking companion. This time I pushed. A bit more than halfway, I was breathing with great effort.

After that, I was breathing like I couldn’t. Reminded me of Dad’s efforts to keep his pace in the last months. I think I may have his big lungs, and breathing pattern. And it felt connecting to recall him.

I cannot recall Dad’s presence except as powerful, even when he was not well. What a blessing to share his ability to go on, even beyond where parts of you cry to stop. At the top, the view was spectacular, and breathing returned.

I made today “ab” day, because every day is leg day on the Camino. Sets of fifteen. Also the form Bassai, near a wheat field. A companion, Steve, teases me that making other parts hurt balance’s out the leg and foot pain. (It does NOT.)

Came upon many from the first Aubergue, and it was joyful to see them again. Came upon Rohe picnicking on a vey old stone water crossing (bridge is too modern a word). We met Tim and Sharna at a cave like bar and water stop. Steve rolled in, and said hi, with other plans. On our way to dinner – pizza! – Catherine appeared. She and Alexander from Germany walked 37 km today, catching up! Six to dinner – really good pizza and pasta – and back before they locked the door.

So my reflections ranged today.
Loss and losing as part of living.
Strength and its limits.
Tears power.

The most vivid wild flowers also have thorns.
The rarest do not.