Setting my heart on pilgrimage

Last night I decided I was Camino bound, today is my first day of training up to the Te Aroha lookout. It seems fittng that I start from 'The Place of Love' leaving my parents house.

Starting was tough - I feel tired, sore, reluctant inadequate. Excuses abound, an easier path beckons. It seems that the path of pilgrimage consists mainly of putting one foot in front of the other.

Fast is not the goal, persistence and progress.

What emerges - a fresh perspective

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