It has been a year since I walked The Camino. It is hard to believe that a whole year has passed, as the memories are still vivid in my mind, and I still think about the Camino daily. I know I am not alone in this, as fellow pilgrims that I have kept in contact with say the same thing. One friend has shared his trip with large groups through the beauty of his photography, another has written a book, which is in its final editing stage. Yet another is travelling to an ashram to continue his spiritual seeking, a plan that was conceived during his pilgrimage. As for myself, I continue to process the lessons gleaned from my time away, and marvel how the Camino continues to reverberate through my conscience and seep into so many of my thoughts. Perhaps that is what happens when you take the time to do nothing but put one foot in front of the other for a month. It gives one the space to journey inward, and reveals both the beauty and the brokeness of the things we hold close. I have not reengaged in the busyness of life since I returned. As the words above say, “Walk slowly, because the only place you need to get to is yourself”. I am walking a lot more slowly through life now, as I did on Camino. It isn’t always easy, as being engaged and active provides purpose and identity. But it does start to anwser the question of who I am, what I value most as a human being ( and not a human “do”ing.) Trying to be still and know…