I’ve walked more than half way through the PCT in the state of Oregon. It’s flatter than Washington and California so the walking is meant to be easier. I still find it hard going, dragging myself -as always- into camp for the last 5 miles.
Last night something different happened over those last 5 miles.
I was physically exhausted and had nothing else to give. So instead of pushing myself I did what I can only describe as surrendering.
I was walking through a forest. The ground under my feet was soft and covered in pine cones. I softened my gaze and took deep breaths.
The fading sun light burst through the trees. To my left was a lake that I’d get occasional glimpses of.
I had a sense of being outside of my body, watching the scene. And a sense of this place holding and leading me. It was a beautiful feeling. Time didn’t matter any more, nor did getting to camp.
In Living Mountain Nan Shepard talks about “walking the flesh transparent” and moments where she “walks out of her body and into the mountain”.
Such things are too wonderful for me to understand. But this is an experience I’ll treasure.