It’s the ninth day of walking
It’s a very early morning – we are out on the road before 6am. We are alert, we turn on out torches and look for the shell signs. The first eight kilometres are smooth, the air is crisp, and this certainly helps us move our feet faster. We have breakfast in a small garden of paradise where a kind dark-haired fairy reads our minds. I have learned to ask for coffee and orange juice in Spanish. I am very proud of that, and the locals seem to appreaciate it. A huge deep red sun is rising when we resume the walk. I wonder away in my own thoughts while walking until someone invisible takes my hand: ‘let’s walk together for a bit.’ Oh yes! My heart skips a beat. It’s been five years today since you left. A deep and pearcing ache passes through my body and finally finds its rest in the empty space in my heart. Thank Universe and thank you for our beautiful, deep and true friendship. Could I have known that when on my way to our meeting, carrying a whole load of folders and calculations, while taking a large step and falling over in fright and almost knocking you off too, reaching out my hand for a handshake…could I have known that a bit more than a year later we’d have become friends, support and a source of energy for each other?
That’s how we walked today – feeling, remembering…sometimes with a smile, other times with a tear.
As they say ‘time heals’, but it has left an emptiness. But today for the first time I felt that some colours are starting to appear there, just like green grass sprouts start growing after tortures of forest fires, they find their own place and beg to be looked after and cared for, not for the burnt land. I’ve stopped torturing myself for not answerning your phone call that morning, I let the sprouts grow. It’s time…Thank you for being, you will always stay in my heart. I hope you are doing well over there…over the rainbow.
But the Universe like to joke! We staying overnight at a ‘at Dracula’s ’ kind of village, where a village is being restored from amongst rocks and ruins.
A man is just like a dew drop in a leaf – it shines bright like a diamond, like a morning star and then it’s gone, leaving behing footprints of memories…
Today’s number is 26+ km.
P.S. I had a chance to look my fears in the eye. They’ve got an eye of an eagle.
