Villaviciosa > Bodenaya 84 kilometers
Hola buenas, I haven’t written, I didn’t need to write. I’ve been happy, I work all day and I’m one with my work, I walk and I talk. Only when I notice how happy I am does it recede slightly, like a humming appliance you notice only when it’s switched off.
My needs are changing, I’m in flux. I’m reluctant even to pinpoint the changes in opinions, like that will stop me changing. Like a pinned butterfly.
It’s not un camino de rosas, I meet drunks and beggars. The drunks are mean. I learn you can be in relationship, or you can be right. I fall behind the group and a sheepdog bites my heels.
Except sometimes, it really is the path of roses, everybody talks of revolution like it’s a personal milestone, the revolution of the circular economy and the compost toilet: I’m in flux, maybe it is. I learn folk songs about the Goddess to bring home.
I don’t know how to tell you about this Camino. A vein in the udder of a Heifer cow: as I watch it pulses, huge, once. My open palm pressed against a wet fig leaf. Red poppies hiding under the new green wheat, secret and yours like catching someone’s smile in a crowded room. That’s all there is. Buenas noches.
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