My comfy private room is so nice. The bed is comfortable and an open window lets in a cool breeze across my bed. My blister has healed and I feel good. I decide to take another day and stay here to rest and reflect. I write in my journal: “Too often we try to just handle everything in the mind. Detached. Untouched. Uninvolved. But the power of transformation comes when the flow of life and pain seep through the cracks, when the physical touches the soul. Emotions express in the physical. The mind is the observer taking it all in . . . and beginning to understand.

Ah, I think. That’s the Camino. It’s the beginning of understanding. It’s letting go and accepting. It’s an unfolding .  . . of healing . . . of truth . . . of community.”