Be attached to nothing. It took me all of one day to lose a pair of shorts. They were a pair I like and had planned to wear in the evenings. Gone. Let them go.
Be attached to nothing, including plans. It had always been my intention to begin walking today – feast of St. Vincent de Paul. But we arrived in St. Jean Pied de Port on an earlier train than I expected yesterday and decided to begin walking and go as far as Orisson yesterday and then the rest of the way to Roncesvalles today. It turned out to be a good idea, as both days were difficult; today there were heavy winds most of the way… and the wind always seemed to be hitting me head on.
So no attachment to prior plans. Taking each day – and each step as it comes. And no attachment to possessions, although I do hope to hang onto enough clothes to wear!
Creo en Dios! 