Im not sure how this works. It just does.

I often walk along wondering what I am supposed to be doing, am I supposed to walk along thinking about and dissecting my life so that each day I have a goal of past problems and hurts to fix. How does it work. Well not like that, if any day so far on the Camino is to be looked at. Walking alone one day near a place called Granon, I found myself walking under a flyover it had good echo potential. I do a passable chicken impression, it sounded great. Ten minutes later still clucking like a chicken, I stopped and thought what the hell am I doing. The flyover was ten minutes behind me. Ive heard countless stories of other pilgrims, walking along and shouting at nothing or doing silly walks. In the moment no one cares, it all comes out here. That is how my world is getting fixed, one cluck at a time. In conversation at the end if the day, it sometime amazes me at how many people have worked out so much. Especially when dealing with the pain of walking everyday, of dealing with the wind the rain the cold, but it happens and change comes with it.