Sensitive Me…

Daily Prompt: Super Sensitive

by michelle w. on September 16, 2013

If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SENSITIVE.

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I am getting the Deja Vu feeling again… The last time I answered so beautifully that I would not like to lose one sense, as I would love to keep on seeing the beauty of the world around me, to listen to the music (Justin Bieber and Miley Cirus would be an acceptable loss of senses…)  I would still love to smell the roses and a freshly ground coffee, or a bread fresh from the oven. I would love to taste all the dishes of the world worthy of Masterchef, and I would love to keep on feeling the touch of the woman I love…

So… I will go with the photo challenge instead- Sensitive…

A photo never seen before in public- This IS my happy face:

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Ok… I had a good excuse, it was when I had just finished the Camino de Santiago, so I was extremely tired. But I really wanted to see Finisterre, so I took the bus there (out of time to walk the 78 km). So- this photo could also be used for the Weekly Photo Challenge- Inside… Inside the Bus… Inside the Bus Station in Santiago de Campostela.

That is why I did not publish a selfie yesterday- children might weep…  What I wanted to see might also not look like much. But this is the Westernmost point of the Europe continent- from here on it is just Atlantic ocean till you reach the shores of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. (Bill Gates, if you read this and feel proud or deeply moved, please send an airline ticket, so many of my Bucket List Items are still to be seen in America, and I have never had the chance or change to go to the USA,…)

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How will you know this is not just the beach at Hermanus? Same ocean…  Any pilgrim who went the whole way of the Camino to the 0.00 km marker will recognize this:

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So what does this all have to do with Sensitivity? Well, I did walk 317 km to get into touch with my inner self, my deeper feelings and all that… you should too!  Sometimes we need to step aside from our busy path, and take some time to just BE…  We need to be sensitive sometimes, otherwise we miss the whole experience of this one life we have on earth.

So: BE a pilgrim, struggle forward, reach your destiny…

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The Bridges on the Camino de Santiago

Cee’s Which Way Challenge Week 7

http://www.ceephotography.com/2013/08/21/cees-which-way-challenge-week-7/

“The idea behind this challenge is to show off the actual road, bridge, walkway, tracks, etc.  I don’t want to see main topic to be the people, cars, trains.  Searching for which ways I find it gives me a new way of looking at how we move around and what wonderful ways we have found ways to travel as well as beautify our world.”

One of Cee’s options:

  • Bridges (any view)

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On The Way Challenge I just can’t seem to escape from the Camino de Santiago experience… So here is my entry for this week: just a few bridges on the Camino…

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A road, a railway and a bridge on the Camino in one shot… and one single hiker way in front of me…

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The famous bridge at Hospital de Orbigo, where knights jousted on this bridge…

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Bridge into the beautiful town of Molinaseca

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The bridge high above the ancient town of Ruitelan…

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Small bridge just outside Ruitelan, at the beginning of the climb up O’ Cerbreiro

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The two bridges into Portomarin…

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And finally- the bridge into Melide…

If you keep on going long enough, you’ll get there….

Daily Prompt: We Can Be Taught!

by michelle w. on June 28, 2013

Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure  – not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEARNING

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I think it is just a part of the melancholy temperament, or being INTJ on the Myers Briggs test- I am usually filled with self- doubt.  I am always wondering if I have the ability to do something big, and do it successfully.

One of my bad thoughts about myself is that I am not a good hiker. Walking long distance just do not come easy to me. But there is a history to these ideas. At school, I was usually one of the slowest runners in the school.  I had some really bad hiking experiences in my life as well, and now I know it was caused by carrying too much luggage around.  There was such memories of pure misery carrying huge backpacks, some of them also some SA Army experiences…

So when I started reaching my midlife crisis, I thought about doing something so totally opposite to what I think I can do. I decided to try on a part of the Camino de Santiago.  With the time I had available I decided to walk from Léon to Santiago de Campostela in 2011- a distance of 317 km (each time taking the longer option) in 17 days.  This sounded totally too far to even imagine walking. But I decided to give it all I got, and try. Face the fear.  Look the enemy in the face, and spit in his eye…

So… I did.  I walked to the cathedral in Santiago… Image

I finished the Camino, and got my Campostela.

It took some pain along the way:

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But I learned a few lessons worth keeping for the rest of my life:

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All the Pilgrims have the same testimony in life: If you keep on walking, you get there eventually!  They even build statues for ordinary people who keep on going in Spain!

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 Eventually- the destination (mine)  is reached- Km 0.00 at Finisterre

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If I could do this, I can do anything! Just keep on going…

Peaceful… weekly travel theme

Ailsa have this wonderful travel theme for the week; Photos depicting peaceful…

Some of the most peaceful times I have experienced in my life, happened during my Camino de Santiago in 2011. That was what I came looking for!  And I found it, walking the ancient ways alone…

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Peace is shade on the road of life…

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Peace is standing beside still waters…

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Peace is not the absence of a storm, but finding shelter IN the storm…

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Peace is a simple meal when you are hungry…

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Peace is a place to hang your hat, and a safe place to sleep at night.

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Peace is reaching your destiny…

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And yes- peace is stripping off your old clothes, jumping naked into the ocean at Finisterre…

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Peace is found in the ocean, behind the harbour wall, just as I am… the dusty journey behind me…

The Camino de Santiago…

While I am following Jordana on her journey on the Appalachian Trial,  I have this longing for that kind of journey again.

Two years ago I had a part of such a journey. I answered the Call of the Camino.

I am not by nature a very good hiker, I am a bit heavy on my feet…  But I just needed such an experience in that part of my life. And so I took up the challenge, and started the planning. I wish I had the time available to do the whole Camino Frances. I only had about 3 weeks available, so I took up the journey from Léon to Santiago- about 317 km of hiking.

The symbol of the Camino is the scallop shell, and my daughter designed this version for me, to put on my backpack and clothing…

Why do people need to do things like the Appalachian Trial and the CAmino? Because it teaches you so much about the journey of life. It takes you out of the rat race for a while, and the only thing that you have to do, is just to LIVE.

I am sometimes so worried about the finances needed to live and provide for my family. I have this overwhelming need to feel secure, to know exactly where I am going to sleep tonight, and that I will have something to eat. On the Camino I learned to just go with the flow, that there will be food and shelter every day, even if I can’t see it by lunchtime.

We need to be pilgrims, to feel alive, to make sense of our lives, to meet other people and share a part of the road with them.  We need to break bread with other people, share a bottle of water, treat each other’s blisters.

As I sit here in my study, preparing for the Sermon of Good Friday, I have this intense yearning to be on the road to Santiago again, to hear the words: “Buen Camino”  by the local people again, to eat the black cherries left along the road by friendly locals…

I feel the need to jump into the Atlantic Ocean again behind the harbour wall in Finisterre…

There is a stirring in my heart… the road is calling my name…