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Mary lou Poindexter's avatar

I'm near eighty and it is different, no midpassage here , no summer forests , no slow dreaming, only the autumn leaves falling at the end of life. But yet the seeds of life have been sown , for all this time, and now the reaping of love that was given even in the face of tragedy and turmoil, gratitude even when dreams were slashed to the very core , and overcoming life's Leaves that never were unfurled, I have reaped what I have given and I rest knowing that one little thing

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Three weeks from tomorrow I start a six week journey to Spain to hike the Camino de Santiago de Compostela. The Camino Francés. During that time I will celebrate the two year birthday of my grandson Evan and, on the same day, my two year anniversary of being diagnosed with CML, a treatable and incurable form of leukemia. This two year journey has taken me to the very core and to the very edges of myself, I have worked hard to recover from illness, recover myself, I’ve peeled back the layers, stripped away all the unnecessary debris of a life lived in chronic stress and people pleasing. My goal each day on the Camino is to get up and walk, it’s going to be that simple.

It feels like a big reset button, as though I have taken the time needed to make the changes to my hard drive and now I get to rest and walk, rest and walk, then come back and see how the changes I have made inform my life moving forward and what’s next for me as I reach 60.

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