I took the next step toward the Camino de Santiago. I ordered a guide to determine what exactly what I might need. I have a backpack selected, although not purchased. I don’t actually know if I will ever make this pilgrimage. Some feel that once you start dreaming, you have already started with your heart if not with your feet.
I cannot quite believe my wife would let me do anything so quixotic, and yet she knows I need to dream. I would gladly have her accompany me, but only if it is her dream too, otherwise the trip sounds much too painful. I am going to plan, and dream, and when the time comes, if it comes, I will go. In the meantime I will be none the worse for having a dream. I may be getting older and my life may be mostly probabilities, but I still want to think there are some possibilities left. Will I go? It’s certainly possible.