Compostela - Words of Pilgrims.
Maria has just died... Maria, of Peruvian origin like me, arrived on the street at the very moment when I began my work on homeless women in Paris and whose decline I followed for three years, until her last moments of life. She is one of the women I have been closest to; I am overwhelmed, drained, lost. Death has just put a stop to my subject "Coeur de Femmes". I need silence, to forget their suffering and mine, to be alone with myself to understand and integrate what I have just experienced... In front of me, in the subway, a couple is talking about the road to Santiago de Compostela. I don't even know that this pilgrimage exists...
"Two days after Maria's funeral, on a whim, I find myself in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port with a backpack ten times too heavy, my eyes riveted to a horizon that will take me on one of the most beautiful journeys of my life. I'm twenty-six, single, unattached and childless. At the time, I had no idea that I would be treading this path eight times over the next fourteen years.
When I came back from this first trip, I cried, I cried a lot. My friends didn't understand, and neither did I. I could no longer live my life as I had before. I had been in such osmosis with nature, with the pilgrims, that I was looking everywhere for arrows, for signs, for people's smiles, for the sharing of daily life - all the beautiful things that the path offers. But nothing, everyone was in their own bubble, I felt like I had lost all my bearings. After about ten days, one morning when I got up, I understood...
I understood that our path really begins the day the one to Compostela ends!
I understood that the important thing is not the arrival at the cathedral or Cabo Fisterrabut the meeting with the people, the stones, the stars and the landscapes.
I understood that walking to Compostela is walking within oneself It is to accept to lose oneself in order to find the path, the one we have abandoned by becoming depressed automatons, submitted to a society that always asks more of us; it is to glimpse what our daily life can be if we live it consciously.
Compostela is an initiatory path that leads the human being to its highest peaks and to the depths of its abysses, silencing the aches of the body to enter the heart of the soul. There, by taking a step backwards, we can see the meanders that prevent us from moving forward, from realizing our dreams and challenges, and we can see the links that unite us all and the connections between the different events of our lives. The path forces one to relearn how to walk and live for a given time, outside of time, in order to tame the present time, one's own, that of the right step. Then, one step in front of the other, each pilgrim will find his or her right step, his or her right pace, to walk towards himself or herself and towards others.
Céline Anaya Gautier, Hija del Camino.
By following the millenary steps of the pilgrims, by taking my fear in hand, I have learned to put one step in front of the other without wanting to control everything, to be attentive to others, to share what I have, not only the leftovers, but also what I have.to be attentive to others, to share what I have, not only the leftovers, but also what is most dear to me; I understood that it is in sharing my experiences and in confronting the Other and pain that I will find the keys to the doors that will lead me to myself.
