{"id":2476,"date":"2013-11-06T15:48:02","date_gmt":"2013-11-06T14:48:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/?p=2476"},"modified":"2013-11-06T18:07:29","modified_gmt":"2013-11-06T17:07:29","slug":"planning-camino-finding-balance-ruta-de-la-lana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/planning-camino-finding-balance-ruta-de-la-lana\/","title":{"rendered":"Planning on the Camino. Finding a balance. Ruta de La Lana"},"content":{"rendered":"

Planning on the Camino.\u00a0<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Do you really want to know where you will sleep tonight?<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I love maps. \u00a0The pleasure of relaxing on a bunk bed, weary legs propped high with a blanket or two and a guide book with maps to fill my imagination is a heavenly reward after a day on the camino. \u00a0It is all the better if all has gone to plan: if I have walked with just the right amount of food; if I’ve calculated just enough cash from the cashpoint which allows me withdrawals without commission; that I have my spare vodafone sim card charged up for the stretch without movistar cover; my timing is right to get to a bed in the albergue before they are all taken and that I’ve seen all the interesting sights on the way and managed to take photos of the best views and ethnic scenes.<\/p>\n

\"Guides<\/a>

Guides I have used.<\/p><\/div>\n

Some planning is essential and imagination is one of our most important human tools we use to prepare us, to motivate us, to warn us and to create. \u00a0For all my caminos preparation for the pilgrimage as a whole, and for each day, has been a satisfying and pleasant experience. \u00a0The Forums of the Camino are full of posts which relate to planning the camino and bubble with expectation and anticipation.<\/p>\n

It was on my last camino, the Ruta de La Lana, that I became aware of how much of a distraction planning was becoming for me. \u00a0I had begun the camino with a desire to enter into a silence, an emptiness, ripe for contemplative prayer. \u00a0A contemplative life is possible in a big city, I’m sure it is, but I had longed for day after day in open spaces, forests and sierras where at least the setting is largely distraction free. \u00a0Nature is also a fine milieu for prayer, a sacred companion and a spiritual director. \u00a0So I chose the Ruta de La Lana which runs through the least populated parts of this sparsely populated country.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The land in Guadalajarra and Soria has been abandoned. Many villages have few inhabitants, apart from summertime, and some have none.<\/p><\/div>\n

The Ruta de La Lana.<\/strong><\/h2>\n

<\/strong>This route was documented in 1624 as a Way of St.James having been used for the pilgrimage to Santiago by some noblemen and a woman. \u00a0It follows old drove roads through central Spain to Burgos, where it joins the Camino Franc\u00e9s. \u00a0Before I set off I did have concerns about the large distances between some towns, the lack of shops and an uncertainty about shelter for the night. \u00a0There were many unknowns.<\/p>\n

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I had good intentions at the start to leave it all in God’s hands<\/a>. \u00a0That was my desire. \u00a0I noticed after the first week that praying was more difficult than I had imagined. \u00a0This was not what I had planned. \u00a0Moreover, my greatest distraction was my obsession with planning. Partly this was because I was finding the going so physically difficult, not because of the terrain, but because my body was aching. \u00a0I was engrossed in calculating distances, times, weather, fodder and beds. \u00a0From Retortillo de Soria to St Esteban de Gormaz is over 40 kms with no lodging or shops. (I stopped a bread van and bought to giant madeleines). \u00a0My comfortable distance is 20-24 km. \u00a0It was, thus, very convenient that my son, Callam, was visiting Spain and willing to come and rescue me for one night. \u00a0 I thought that 40 km with next to nothing needed planning. \u00a0It took me some time to become aware of the effect of all this planning on the contemplative state I had hoped for.<\/p>\n

\"Quintanarraya,<\/a>

Quintanarraya, seemingly deserted village, but it has an albergue, the first for 30 km.<\/p><\/div>\n

Planning became a noise, an interference. \u00a0When, eventually, I realised how much it was pushing into my consciousness I decided to ditch it. \u00a0Each day I would set off with a special dedication of the day to God, leaving all in his hands. \u00a0The first day was wonderful and I just let go. \u00a0At once prayer became easier, I slipped away from words to being, present and, for a moment, experienced that complete symphony when mind, body and spirit meld. \u00a0I found a hostal early, went to bed and slept afternoon and night without planning anything.<\/p>\n

Well-rested I woke up early, packed, put on my rucksack and emerged into a world transformed by snow.<\/p>\n

\"Snow<\/a>

Snow combined with a fierce wind. I had not planned for this.<\/p><\/div>\n

So I set off in my sandals and my 1 euro gloves from Decathlon. \u00a0 In God’s hands my fingers were frozen. \u00a0The camino followed a road out of Retortillo de Soria, \u00a0heading up over a pass, so I was alarmed at the prospect of not descending from the snow level for another 10km. The skies darkened and I thought I would have to stop the first car that passed and ask for succour. In the end I didn’t see a car for the next 25 km. \u00a0But a little bird flew around me and stopped on the verge of the road a few metres ahead of me. \u00a0When I got alongside of it it took off, flew another five metres and waited for me on the verge. \u00a0I liked that, it seemed friendly and curious. \u00a0After a kilometre of the same behaviour I was feeling less sorry for myself as the chilly wind sought out my hands which I tried to protect in my oxters. \u00a0This little bird, beige and bigger then a sparrow but smaller than a blackbird, seemed to reassure me that, uncomfortable as I was, all was well. \u00a0I thanked God for its company on this cold, white and lonely road. \u00a0Two kilometres later, the clouds broke and a bit of sunlight picked out an acre of mountainside. \u00a0As if to say, “You’ll be all right now,” the little bird soared in the air and I said, “Adios.”<\/p>\n

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May morning in Soria.<\/p><\/div>\n

Trusting in God<\/h1>\n

The Ruta de La Lana did not deliver the contemplative camino I had anticipated. \u00a0Yet there is a before and after to this decision to let go of planning. \u00a0I began to taste the joy of being surprised a lot. \u00a0I didn’t notice any material difference between the unplanned day and the planned day. \u00a0Each night I found somewhere to sleep, enough to eat and had all I needed. But I was different inside, welcoming the little gifts, like the bird, when they came along. \u00a0There were many of these, like in Quintanarraya, a village which seemed deserted when I arrived although it promised an albergue. \u00a0By chance I saw a woman through the window of a house and waved to her, indicating, with skills I have acquired in Charades, that I wanted a place to sleep. \u00a0She completely ignored me, so I went to the door and banged it loudly. \u00a0Eventually it opened and I was invited in. \u00a0The old woman I had spotted in the window was blind. \u00a0She explained that, indeed, the village was all but empty, being Wednesday when the bar, which kept the key to the hostel, was shut. \u00a0She picked up the phone and dialled one number after another, all from memory, until she located someone who could open up the albergue for me. \u00a0This woman who was in her 90’s touched me deeply with her generosity, care and trust.<\/p>\n

I began to appreciate how things worked out, how events, chance meetings and near disasters seemed to come as gifts.<\/p>\n

\"Callam<\/a>

Callam with me in Fresno de Caracena<\/p><\/div>\n

On the day of the snow, when I had left things in God’s hands and the wee bird flew alongside me, was when one of my sons, Callam had arranged to meet me. \u00a0Obviously after walking in the abominable conditions of the morning and the challenging path through the Canyon of Caracena I had forgotten about my trust in God. \u00a0That day I made a voice-recording which now makes me squirm in shame. \u00a0It makes this post seem, to me, a falsehood. \u00a0I clearly did have plans and my insecurity, my uncertainty about how things might turn out threw me, so I blamed my discomfort on Callam. \u00a0“Callam`s irresponsibility”, I say. \u00a0“An intrusion,” referring to my desire for contemplative bliss. \u00a0Like Peter, at dawn, when the cock crowed, my promise of trust in God’s hands had gone out of my head and heart. \u00a0Here is the part of me blinded by a desire to be in control and a fear of spending the night in a field.<\/p>\n

You can listen to this recording here:\u00a0http:\/\/www.the-raft-of-corks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/Caracena-Callam.mp3<\/a><\/audio>
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Callam, of course, turned up at Fresno de Caracena at the same time I did very shortly after I made this recording. He had found his way, with no trouble, \u00a0from Madrid to this little village on a road leading to nowhere.. \u00a0He had even found a shop which stocked the new camera I wanted. \u00a0The one I was carrying \u00a0had begun to be very erratic with its focus. He had gone to the other side of Madrid to buy it for me the night before… Moreover he has always been reliable.<\/p>\n

Children of all ages, if your parents say you are irresponsible what they might well mean is, “I’m sorry, I should know better by now, but I’m still blaming someone else if they don’t do just as I want.”<\/p>\n

I still have to let go of all these self-protective traits. \u00a0The camino offers many opportunities to practise trust. \u00a0Some pilgrims walk the camino without money. \u00a0I have moved towards walking with less preparation, less food in my rucksack and much more trust in Providence. \u00a0I don’t want to set off in the morning knowing where I will lay my head at night. \u00a0It is, I hope just a start.<\/p>\n

Matthew 6:<\/h2>\n

“25<\/sup>\u00a0“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?\u00a026<\/sup>Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
\n\u00a0 27<\/sup>Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
\n\u00a0 28<\/sup>“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin;\u00a029<\/sup>and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.\u00a030<\/sup>Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
\n\u00a0 31<\/sup>“Therefore do not worry, saying, “What shall we eat?’ or “What shall we drink?’ or “What shall we wear?’\u00a0“<\/sup><\/p>\n

\"Spanish<\/a>

Spanish sparrow, well fed, no worries.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n

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