Behind this stone marker, at kilometre 99 on the Camino de Santiago in Spain, is a note for me. About a month ago, my friend Andrew left it there specially for me, hoping that some day when I walk the Camino, I’ll find it.
Even if I don’t find it – if weather or mice have destroyed it – it will feel special to stand in that spot knowing that Andrew thought of me while he was there. After walking approximately 701 kilometres, with what I’m certain were very sore feet, he took a moment to think a good thought for me and leave me a note.
It’s a great metaphor for life, isn’t it? It’s what most of us are doing when we reach out, when we do kind things for each other, when we write blog posts or books, or when we teach. We’re leaving little love notes for each other along the path saying “I made it to this place on the journey – I know you can too. I have hope for you.”
I want to live so that the notes I leave behind for those coming after me will offer courage and hope.
That’s why I’ll be spending most of December trying to finish my book. It feels important to finish it and put it out into the world. It’s a love letter to other pilgrims traveling paths similar to mine. It’s a way of saying “The path was hard, but I’m still walking. You can too.”