Yes, tomorrow I leave on my two month journey that will be physically, mentally and psychologically testing. Walking a 1000 kilometres – can I physically measure up to this task knowing that I have hip problems and heel spurs? I am not so worried about being able to handle the mental and physical exhaustion that comes with walking between 20 and 25 kilometres each day before searching for a place to sleep for the night. Rather than worry about it, I find myself looking at what I am leaving behind me.
Obviously, I am leaving my therapy practice. Arrangements have been made for contact during the two months, primarily through e-mail, with the knowledge that face to face sessions will resume with my return. I am also leaving my Buddhist corner within my office, my retreat into temenos through meditation. Yet, I will not be leaving behind meditation itself. If anything, I will end up doing more meditation than I have ever done during the pilgrimage tho the end of the world (Finisterre, Spain).
When I return, I will have changed. There is no way one can take such a journey and not change. As I say this, I was thinking of how I will become more of myself in the process, more aware of myself. I wasn’t necessarily thinking about my body changing though that will also be true. Will I return a broken man? Will I still be an advocate for naturism or will I find that I have abandoned that need, that impulse to be nude? Will I return at all? There are no guarantees about anything. But then again, there are no guarantees if one stays home believing that “home” will protect them from change.