This day is momentous. It is a year since something big and breathtaking and irreversable happened in my life. I'm not going to tell you about it, but I will say that the heavens worked really hard to bring me to today from last year. And they even gave me a bonus surprise. Today was the day Sofia and I reached the iron cross at the highest point of the Camino. It is there that people drop a rock onto a huge pile, leaving behind a burden, perhaps, or adding a bit of weight to the eternal scales in their favor. I wanted to leave behind the past year for good, and to that end, Sofia had brought me a rock from home that I could drop at the foot of the cross. I've been carrying it this whole way in my first aid ziplock baggie.
Turns out my first aid ziplock baggie had a hole in it.
And my rock was lost.
I climbed the pile of debris at the cross this afternoon, rockless, thinking about what in the world this moment meant. And I figured it out.
I've been carrying a burden of pain and hurt and anger. But somewhere along the way, I dropped it. And I don't need to elaborately leave it anywhere special. I just need to keep walking.
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