As this day of liberation is considered a time for reflection and remembrance it feels quite appropriate for me to be reflecting today too - even if about other things.
I did briefly pop out to see some of the celebrations in the square as I could hear the music from my cosy little room, but it began to rain so I didn't stay long and now I'm back with another cup of tea to hand, the fire on and the shoes still drying out beside me. I definitely got very wet feet yesterday and am so grateful for this time as the thought of walking in wet/damp walking shoes has no appeal at all!
- Then Google translate - what a miracle technology is to enable us to communicate across languages! I have found it such a blessing and a comfort to facilitate communication.
- Hot showers, a warm room, a comfy bed, a kettle. When I've arrived at the various accommodations (by the time I reach Rome I will have stayed in 16 different places) and particularly if the shower hasn't been hot or the room is chilly it has been challenging after a long days walk, but these have also made me appreciate the times when all has been good. And the absolute delight of the one place that had a bath with a plug (there was another place with a bath but no plug 😔) and those that have had kettles - this has brought forth joy untold!
- Switching off - the nature of walking a pilgrimage is such that you have to simply get from one accommodation to the next. One foot in front of the other, over and over. There have been many moments of pause on the ascent with related heavy breathing, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, and there have been many moments of tentative descent - the path beneath my feet feeling unsettlingly unsteady. But in between, as I reflected with Ken yesterday morning, there has been sweet release in realising that the day has passed and clearly I've thought things, but I don't really remember exactly everything I've thought about. This has been so freeing because it has been so drastically different to the usual everyday-ness of my role which usually involves quite a lot of thinking and planning and preparation.
- The support of my family has been a blessing in more ways than I could ever have expected. Andy, and my children, have cheered me on every step of the way. From the start of the day and through the walk with encouragement and at the end of the day with celebration and congratulations! And they have sent messages that have lifted my spirits just when I needed it the most. I'm aware when a message comes in as my smart watch buzzes and I've often used it as an incentive to get to the next tree or shady spot to be able to read it.
And I've also carried them with me on the way. Andy made me a handheld cross which has journeyed with me every step.