It has been 3 months since I made the decision to leave Spain and return home early because of my foot pain. While I can walk again for long distances I still have the plantar fasciitis that grew so intolerable on the walk. It usually passes overnight now but is a constant reminder of my camino and the friends I met along the way. I also remember and embrace the camino as an opportunity for change and that is one of the important results it had for me. I have finally made my move back to Minnesota as I have dreamed of doing for so many years. And now that I am here I find that I am experiencing a relief of anxieties I did not realize I was suffering from. I no longer need to look over my shoulder to watch my back. It is something akin to being finally free from a self imposed prison created to protect myself from a danger that was for a time, all too real. And I know now that I have been suffering for many years. This will take a long time to heal.
Today is also the 24th anniversary of the day and date that the most important person in my life passed away. My father died on this day and date in 1988. It takes years before the date falls again on the same day of the week. So today I will celebrate my return to the place my father loved and called God's Country. It is also, remarkably, the 21st anniversary of my wandering move to the west and now it is the date of my return to the north country where I call my home. The wind is blowing and snow is in the forecast and to me all is right in the world. Perhaps there are no true coincidences and there is only the right path.
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