The Pilgrim Sole

Monday, March 31, 2025

numbing

 While discussing the stressful state of the world as it relates to addiction, my friend asked me directly, "Are you numbing yourself?"

Immediately, I declared that I was not.  But just a beat later, I replied, "Well, yes.  I'm eating sugar."

And it's true.  I've been relying on food, especially sweets, when I feel stress.  I'm sure there are subtler and more productive ways to go about handling that tendency, but I've decided to declare Sugar-Free April instead.  Starting tomorrow, I'll have no processed sugar for 30 days.  (Thank goodness it's a short month!)

It's been on my mind to try cutting out sugar for a long time.  I know I have a dependence on it.  I know I eat too much of it.  It wasn't until that conversation with my friend--the association with addiction and numbing--that it came into focus just how much I rely on consuming sweets when I'm upset.  

I expect unpleasant physical withdrawal symptoms.  The internet tells me that could last for weeks.  I really hope not.  It frustrates me to admit that my dependence is so extreme, and it intimidates me to consider the daily difficulty of resisting sugar, but that seems like all the more reason to challenge myself.

Thinking about the role of sugar in my life and how to keep healthy is part of a larger project of taking care of myself and others during this time.  We need to protect ourselves however we can.  We need to take control of what we can.

Sunday, March 30, 2025

nature lies

9/11/2001 was a perfect day.  Perfect temperature, perfect skies.  The sun shone warmly on my face as I walked from my apartment in Arlington to the local hospital to see if I could donate some blood to help the victims at the Pentagon just a few miles away from my home where a plane had crashed into the building.  The juxtaposition of the weather and the terrorism was extreme, striking.  How could there be such a beautiful set to a horrific disaster?  It was jarring.

I feel that same disorientation now, too.  While winter's bleak slumber has given way to an explosion of blossoms, American society crumbles more each day.  Nature is taunting us.  Spring should bring renewal and hope to the soul; instead, there is a confusing backdrop of brilliant, flashy colors accompanying the determined destruction of the federal government.  The thrill of growth is offset by the demolition--not slow decay--of our proud institutions. 


Saturday, March 29, 2025

blooming

Every year I go to see the D.C. cherry blossoms that encircle the Tidal Basin. Every year, I have to dig around for something pink and appropriate to wear. Not this year!

All month long, I’ve been planning for the joy of seeing this ephemeral delight, which is an especially precious experience given how little joy there is around in the Washington DC area right now.  I bought a preposterous pink hat.  I bought a sparkly pink sequin blouse.  I made a sign.  I was prepared.

I've been thinking a lot about joy and humor in the midst of the consuming and pervasive pressure of the "hostile government takeover."  That song--it makes me laugh.  It keeps me grounded.  Also, I watched Conan O'Brien's acceptance speech of the Mark Twain prize, which was powerful partly because of the expectation that he would make light of the times.  Reviewing Twain's career, he argued that humor is a vital tool to combat oppression.

Arriving before sunrise, I wandered from tree to tree past the assortment of visitors.  Peoplewatching is one of the pleasures of the yearly pilgrimage.  I met up with some friends, and together we marveled at the fluffy blooms.  Some strangers took my picture.  (One of them even sent it along to a friend of HERS who turned out to be a friend of MINE!)  Many people complimented my sign in solidarity.  I did have to explain the meaning of "blooming" to several folks, which was a bit of a challenge without using profanity.

It was a happy morning in the midst of a terrible time.


Thursday, March 27, 2025

the death of democracy

    My beloved country is dying.  My country as I know it, as I knew it, as we knew it, is slipping away every day, and the tumult of feelings that accompany that painful death is acute and overwhelming.  
Like a death, it has been coming for a long time, yet, now that it’s here, it feels so sudden and consuming.  How will I live?  How will I go on?
The first amendment is at risk. Federal jobs are at risk. My students are at risk. The arts are at risk. Every single aspect of our health and safety. Every single person I know--even those in other countries--are at increased risk.
The other day when I was describing how I want to spend my summer protesting, I found myself repeating one word:  “exaggerated.”  And one of my friends asked me what I meant by that.  “Why do you keep saying that your feelings seem ‘exaggerated’?”  I guess because I can’t believe anything this massive, any shift this tectonic could be taking place to my home.
My home.
I feel so helpless. I don't really know what to do, but I do know how to write. So I am resolving to do that, just a little bit each day with whatever voice I have left to speak.

Sunday, June 23, 2024

Day 48: Finisterre to Cabo Finisterre - 3.2KM


 I had a deliciously lazy day. I ate, snoozed, took a bath, ate ice cream, got a massage, and snoozed some more in my hotel room with a sea view. 

I planned to visit the lighthouse at sunset and was feeling a bit unenthusiastic about it. I didn’t know anyone to go with and it seemed more like a chore than a celebration. But I started following the yellow arrows and they led me past a restaurant where I saw two friends from earlier in the Camino who I hadn’t seen in about a month!  They introduced me to a new pilgrim, and we all started hiking up the hill toward the end.  On the way, we ran into someone I had met just a couple of days before from the United States.  We convinced her to turn back around and accompany us to the sunset. It was so nice to end my Camino this way:  with old friends and recent friends and brand new friends watching the sunset over the sea and the pink clouds stream by.


Day 47: Hospital to Finisterre - 26.5KM

 I walked to the sea and swam!




Friday, June 21, 2024

Day 46: Lámelas to Hospital - 17.3KM

Today was so much better than the past two days. Sunrise was beautiful. My walking day was short and sunny. I walked alone during the morning but met German Jana at breakfast and walked together for the rest of the day. 




I did laundry, showered, napped, and ate plenty of protein. I’m ready for a long walk and a short swim tomorrow.  Only 27km remain between me and the sea. So exciting!  I hope it feels like a joyful day tomorrow. I plan for an early start. I have no pressure at all to get there at any given time.  The Atlantic will be waiting for me. 

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Day 45: Negreira to Lámelas - 21.7KM




 My body is tired.  I am trying to channel these two women I met earlier in my Camino who would pause outside of a town to enjoy arriving rather than rushing in.  I only have two days of walking left; I should savor them. Tomorrow is only 17km.  That will be the shortest day I have had since June 8. I’m looking forward to it. Now if only I could have some sun, too. Today was gray and misty. I still feel chilly from my arrival in Santiago several days ago after 9 hours of walking in the rain.

Today I found a walker who was my speed. Luis, aged 82, was a local Spaniard—not a pilgrim—who was following Lola the dog through his little town. He held an umbrella in one hand and a walking stick in the other.  We chatted for a while before I bid him goodbye.  It’s good to be able to speak Spanish with townspeople.

I’m staying in a tiny settlement. There are only a handful of pilgrims at the albergue. This is the final albergue I will be staying at.

Galicia continues to be green and beautiful.



Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Day 44: Santiago de Compostela to Negreira - 20.9KM

I nearly quit this morning as I was trudging out of Santiago, but a friend gave me a pep talk. I carried on. I could stop walking, but my ultimate goal was to make it to the sea, and I think I would be disappointed in myself if I didn’t do it. As Santiago fades into the distance, I dream of coming over that last rise and glimpsing the ocean.



There was a steady rain for most of the day. I walked by myself except for the last little bit during which I talked with Adrienne, a Virginian. We discussed being 44 and working in higher ed.

The walk was pretty.  I usually try to be present to people who pass me while walking, but I listened to music all day and sang to myself.

The Finisterre Camino feels quieter and more contemplative.  People often keep to themselves.  I arranged to have dinner with a pilgrim who I had met very early on who was on his way back from Finisterre and Muxía.  Another returning pilgrim joined us. For the two of them, that was their last night before arriving in Santiago the second time, so we discussed a lot of big picture ideas about our own experiences about what we have learned over the past several weeks.

I have three more days of walking until I reach the sea.



Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Day 43: Santiago de Compostela - a day of rest

My day of rest was long and tiring, full of reunions and goodbyes.  I feel a little bit like an overtired kid being taken away from a party.

I got to see Sheena and Owen arrive in Santiago, as well as the Brazilians.  




I attended mass with Adrie and saw the botofumiero in action, a giant incense burner that requires seven men to swing throughout the cathedral.  It was impressive.



I had lunch with Haley, her mom, and her Camino beau who were freshly back from walking to Finisterre.



I picked up my credencial for my walk to Finisterre.  It’s supposed to rain tomorrow and I’m feeling a little blah about the walk, but I know that once my feet start moving, I will be glad. I even bought an umbrella in the hopes that it will ward off the storm.

I said goodbye to heaps of others.  I’m grateful for the experience, but it is sad to see it end.

Lisa took a great picture of me this morning while the plaza in front of the church was empty. 


Off I go again tomorrow…