In the documentary Walking the Camino: Six Ways to Santiago, the idea that the packs we carry represent our fear is intriguing to me not just because I’m reminded of the Monster that Cheryl Strayed carried but of the one that I pack and carry when I backpack.
I thought my pack was a reflection of wanting to be prepared which I always assumed was a woman thing, having to take care of everything as a mom by whipping some mint or tool out of a purse. Yes it’s also a practical thing because, in the case of my trip over the Anderson Pass, it’s easier to do 41 miles in 4 days if you have less to carry.
Life would also be easier if we stopped packing around so much fear. I realize a little more now that I am afraid I won’t have what I need when I need it. In Walking the Camino an independent woman finds someone to travel beside and sheds most of her load.
What was SHE afraid of and what gave her the courage to shed that weight? What is the fear you carry around? What would it take for you to unload it?