On the Way, on the Camino

Day 29, June 21 Part 3

I’m writing this at sunrise on June 22.

When I get back to France and my computer I’ll complete this Camino journal with some longer form writing, so I’m not finished here but as far as my Camino goes I’m done I suppose, though I recall the line from my song: “What is the end of the end of the way?”

I stepped out of my flip-flops and back into my boots again and set out with my stick yesterday evening walking up the mountain to see the sunset. I felt quite light-hearted and then realized ‘oh of course, I’m not carrying my pack!’

I started here:

I saw a woman with a stick, the first in many days:

Below, a fine sculpture on the way up, which I call “Man without a stick”

A final message from me to you:

There it is the path of gold

Streaming straight on the watery Way

Unwalkable, you cannot take hold

Only give thanks for another day