Slippin’

At my ripe old age of 13, Mrs. Dominique assigned her drama students the task of lip syncing a popular tune. This was years before Milli Vanilli ruined the art form. I chose The Steve Miller Band’s “Fly Like an Eagle” and remember flapping my jaw to fake sing, “Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future.”

When I found myself in St. Jean at the beginning of the Camino, a 500 mile walk seemed like an eternity. The concept of an ending felt like a pipe dream. I wrote the following paragraph in A Million Steps that expressed my amazement at the passage of time:

Later, I passed a sign pointing east with the word Santiago and 518 KM. This meant that in nine days of walking I had already covered about one-third of the Camino. It was a bit of a wake-up call as I felt time disintegrating at a rapid pace. I calculated that 17,740 days separated my birth from that day. If I am lucky and live to age 80, I had roughly 11,000 days to go.

Time is an equalizer. From Vincent Van Gogh to Oprah Winfrey, not a single person has cracked the code to cram 61 seconds into a minute. While the currency is common, the diversity of redemption is as wide as the Grand Canyon. I try to spend mine in the now. This is another passage from the book:

Another of my foundations for keeping the light aglow is to live in the Now. It is impossible to eliminate the past or avoid all pleasant or unpleasant memories. However, when I visit my past now, I try to go in, learn, and get the hell out! I am not going to be anchored by some event or trauma from my past. The same goes with the future. While hopes and dreams for a bright forecast are always present, I refuse to walk the rest of my life with eyes solely focused on the horizon. I yield to the current moment.

I arrived in Santiago 531 days ago…….

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