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Published: July 30th 2010
In two days I´ll arrive in Santiago de Compostela, having walked nearly 800 km from the Pyrennes to the Northwest of Spain.....Okay.
Huh?
I am in the province of Galicia these days, a different kind of terrain. Slight up and downs, walls covered in moss, clouds and fog, cool breeze at night. My rhythms have changed as I approach the end. Later waking up, less emphasis on arriving anywhere, just kind of walking walking walking.
Aware of the end coming, starting to get more emails from NYC, tutoring and acting stuff. As if NYC knows I am coming soon. Who told them? So the blend of here and there is happening. I suppose that is part of it.
Because this is close to the end, the infrastructure of the camino here is more developed, and more commercialized. You see men or boys on bicycles handing out flyers for hostels to the pilgrims walking by in the middle of a forest path. Feels like I´m back home. But I take the flyer and quickly stuff it in my pocket just as one does in NYC. Some bizarre form of politeness I guess. Many more people walking now. To
receive the official certificate you only have to walk the last 100 km, so there are lots of peeps who do it like this. You see whole families, scout groups in uniforms, parents walking with their little children on their backs or dragging in wheeled carts behind their bicycles. Also many more people doing it on horses. Saw a guy today riding a horse and drinking a beer. The hostels are more modern as well. Nice tiled floors, TV on, 8 washing machines, even an elevator in the one I´m in today.
When I return I´ll be bombarded, bamboozled with activity right from the start. I have clown lab, tutoring prep work, tutoring work, and an acting biz workshop. I´m worried about all that happening at once. Wondering how and when I´ll be able to breathe and process this all. I know how New York has a way of swallowing you whole and erasing all memory of a past in just a few days being there. So I´d like to maybe get away to the Cascades for a few days alone after the initial push of busy-ness has settled and my affairs are back in order. I hope I
Gratitude!
Thank you shoes, thank you feet, thank you socks that know how to breathe.stick to that.
Lyrics for today, which express something that I can´t. Of course, it´s Dylan again:
As I walked out tonight in the misty garden
Wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Aint talkin
Just walkin
Through this weary world alone
Heart burnin
Still yearnin
No one on earth will ever know
they say prayer has the power to heal so pray for me mother
in the human heart the evil spirit can dwell
I´m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh mother, things aint goin well
Aint talking
Just walkin......
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I know it´s dark and full of a kind of paranoid despair, but there you have it. I like it. Alot. It works for me. Gets my skin crawling in a way that feels just right.
"Drew, you are too dark"
"Who said that?"
"All the happy folks"
"Yeah, well, I´m not Werner Herzog, so don´t worry, honey. But I´ll still play a sweet tune for you when you get scared of the dark forest."
"You are full of yourself!"
"Yes, siree,
full of water, about 80 percent they say"
"Okay, forget it, you aren´t listening."
"No I´m not. Just walkin here on dry land. I´m a large pouch of water walking upon my healthy feet on dry land."
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Brian
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I'm proud of you of the journey you've taken. After this, nothing will swallow you whole. Peace.