Solvitur Ambulando. It is Solved by Walking/ Solvitur Ambulando. Se soluciona andando

The Pilgrim's pack

Solvitur ambulando. It is solved by walking.
So the Pilgrim stands on the edge of the way, eyes focused on the stretch of road before him. He knows not what the path holds for him, but his heart is light with the promise of redemption from the cares of daily life.
Starting now, and for the next six weeks, give or take a few days, he will walk, eat and sleep modestly (a true pilgrim will never be ostentatious ), and wake up the following morning to the same routine. He will experience fatigue, blisters, perhaps sunburn, and if he’s not been prudent enough to set off early, sleeping in a field in his sleeping bag because there’s no room in the nearest ‘albergue’ and it’s too late to walk another five or ten kilometres to the next one. Exhaustion cradles his limbs and claims his mind.
People will pass him by sometimes, because he’s just a Pilgrim walking his way, and they are competing to get to the Field of Stars before him. That, as our pilgrim knows, is futile, because you can only race against yourself, and that is a race you cannot win because you cannot lose it, either. Once you get there, you may know why you have walked over 700 kilometres across the north of Spain. It may be that your purpose has been revealed to you in that slow, solitary walk across mountains and plains, though villages and cities. Or you already knew that you were walking to find something specific: peace of mind, a meaning to life, closure from your scars, a rite of passage to a new life. Santiago de Compostela awaits, distant and prophetic.
What goes through his head is a mystery. It’s useless to grasp it just as it is useless to try to capture smoke or water. If he were able to voice it, it would be a combination of longing, fear, excitement and a need for revelation. He will ask the way to tell him its secret time and time again, almost desperately when he feels weak and incapable of continuing. The way will oblige, but not how he may expect. The only answer is to keep walking. Somewhere along the road, under the shadow of an ancient oak, or perhaps in one of the many churches, or as you approach Santiago and catch a glimpse of the ancient spires of the Cathedral, all will be revealed.
Alas, that is yet to be seen.
For now, on this day, the way stretches out endlessly before him, through mountains and valleys and plains. Our Pilgrim breathes deeply, closes his eyes and takes the first step of his way. It is a beaten track, yet always new. Millions of pilgrims have trodden it, each one for their own reason. They all think they have seen the Truth of the way. In fact, the way has a reason, a question, and an answer for each pilgrim. There is only one way of discovering what it is. There is only one way of solving the enigma.
Solvitur ambulando. It is solved by walking.
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Solvitur ambulando. Se soluciona andando
El peregrino está al borde del camino con los ojos enfocando la carretera ante él. No sabe lo que la ruta le reserva, pero su corazón se alegra de estar exento de los cuidados de la vida cotidiana.
Empezando ya y durante las próximas seis semanas, día arriba o abajo, caminará, comerá y dormirá modestamente ( un verdadero peregrino nunca será ostentoso ), y se levantará a la siguiente mañana para repetir la misma rutina. Experimentará fatiga, ampollas, quizá quemaduras de sol, y si no ha sido suficientemente previsor para salir pronto, tendrá que dormir en un prado con su saco de dormir porque no hay camas en el albergue más cercano y es demasiado tarde para caminar otros cinco o diez kilómetros hasta el siguiente. El agotamiento envuelve sus miembros y reclama su cerebro.
La gente lo adelantará a veces porque él es un peregrino andando por su propio camino, y ellos están compitiendo por llegar antes al Campo de Estrellas. Eso, como bien sabe nuestro peregrino, es un esfuerzo fútil, porque solo puedes competir contra tí mismo, y ésa es una carrera que no puedes ni ganar ni perder. Una vez que llegues, tal vez sepas por qué has caminado más de 700 kilómetros a través del norte de España. Puede ser que tu propósito te haya sido revelado en ese largo y lento caminar por montañas, el solitario andar por pueblos y ciudades. O ya sabías que caminabas por algo específico: paz interior, un significado para tu vida, curar tus heridas, un rito iniciático de una vida a otra. Santiago de Compostela aguarda, distante y profética.
Lo que le pasa por la cabeza es un misterio. Es inútil intentar comprenderlo, al igual que es inútil intentar atrapar el humo o el agua con las manos. Si fuese capaz de articularlo, sería una combinación de anhelo, miedo, emoción y la necesidad de una revelación. Le pedirá al camino que le cuente sus secretos una y otra vez, casi desesperado cuando se sienta cansado y débil. El camino le complacerá, aunque tal vez no del modo en que a él le gustaría. La única respuesta es seguir andando. En algún punto del camino, bajo la sombra de un viejo roble o quizá en una de las muchas iglesias que se encuentran en el recorrido, o, al acercarte a Santiago y atisbar las antiguas torres de la catedral, todo te será revelado.
Desafortunadamente, todo eso está por verse.
Por ahora, en este día, el camino se presenta infinito ante él, a través de montañas y valles y llanuras. Nuestro peregrino respira hondo, cierra los ojos y da el primer paso de su camino. Es una senda conocida y sin embargo siempre nueva. Millones de prergrinos la han pisado, cada uno por distintas razones. Todos creen que han visto la verdad del camino. De hecho, el camino tiene una razón, una pregunta y una respuesta para cada peregrino. Sólo hay una manera de descubir el enigma.
Solvitur ambulando. Se soluciona andando.

The Proclaimers, ‘500 Miles’

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