“As you may know, I spent the last three months in Africa. A wondrous, magical place. But as shadows lengthen across the KBHR window, thoughts turn to homecoming. Journey’s end. Because in a sense it’s the coming back, the return, which gives meaning to the going forth. We really don’t know where we’ve been until we’ve come back to where we were. Only, where we were may not be as it was because of who we’ve become. Which, after all, is why we left.”
–Bernard, “Northern Exposure” Episode 3.21
Homecoming. Journey’s end. The return home.
It has been one week since I have returned. In that time, I have been catching up with family and friends, and rediscovering the joys of the mundane:
- Using shampoo AND conditioner, instead of a 2-in-1
- Not sleeping in a sleeping bag
- Doing laundry. For free. In a machine.
- Not wearing the same clothes every day
- Getting my haircut
- Walking up and down grocery store aisles in giddy excitement at all the food choices
I have also been watching the news and can now tell you what “The Bailout” is and who “joe the Plumber” most likely voted for on Election Day.
Mostly though, I have been reflecting… contemplating my recent 400-mile achievement and my unknown future… wondering how I can use the momentum from one to move ahead in the other.
Part of me feels lost and uncertain. Displaced. I have so much freedom, yet so little direction. Where do I go from here?
That said, another part of me feels found. My faith has been solidified. My purpose has been discovered. My confidence has been boosted from accomplishing such an outrageous goal.
How do I unite my lost with my found to create my future?
Baby steps, I guess. Living life one decision at a time. Living life with patience. Grace.
It’s a work in progress, but that’s where I am today. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Tags: baby steps, found, lost, Post Camino
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