Fear and Loathing


Taking this picture marked an important shift in the woman I thought I was.  We had long since left behind the cool mists of Roncesvalles in southern France.  The days had been so hot, a string of these early in my journey, nearing the mid nineties with little shade or shelter from the sun along the trail.  Just a few lone trees and a long way to go before arriving in Los Arcos later that afternoon.  I wasn’t sure yet how to deal with the heat.  My tank top had white racing stripes from top to bottom, indicating a body losing a great deal of salt and hailing as I am from Minnesota, THE land of ice and snow, my internal thermostat was screaming, “What is going on here!?”  Maria (my steadfast and ultra kind companion) and I stopped to rest in this just enough for the two of us, tiny patch of shade.  My cheeks were flushed, and relief came when I removed the red pack and long- sleeve Columbia hiking shirt that was protecting my prone to freckles and sunburn, pale skin. After drinking a full, lemon-flavored Aquarius and then water,  I laid down on the ground.

To my surprise, I felt amazing.  Beautiful amazing.  Accomplished amazing.  Strong amazing.  Yes, this may have had something to do with the fact that I was lying on my back and had stopped walking.  But these were new feelings.  A marked departure from the fearful and self-loathing creature I often had hanging around my psyche, always uninvited.  I wanted to capture the moment with a picture. And not a perfect, try and get it right, hide this or that, kind of picture.  No.  Simply one to mark this day, this time when I was spent, but at the same time, jubilant and beginning to feel at home in my skin.

 

 

One thought on “Fear and Loathing

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