The Journey 

I had been up most of the night. My stomach was upset from too much of something, possibly the cheese or beer, the night before. My eyes wide open I thought from too much of the monk’s incredible dark chocolate. 😬
I felt like one of those dolls whose eyes open when they are sat upright, except mine opened when lying down. I’d gotten up and walked around at 11 and 1 and 2 and then 343 am. Then, the night sky was beautiful — the stars like diamonds dropped on black velvet cloth. As I came up the stone stairs from the bathroom down below, I decided I would rather hike than try to sleep some more. I decided to pack up and leave. 
As I reached the upper level someone else was up. It was Nannette whom I had just met the previous day. She also had not slept. 
For her the problem was the snorers in the room. There was one woman with sleep apnea-type symptoms so her breathing stopped for the longest times, and then like someone coming up out of deep water gasping for breath, she would gag, cough, sputter, snort and moan. It was something indeed. Unfortunately for Nannette her upper bunk, in the corner of the cement block room, captured all the sound and echoed it around her head. 
So when I said, “I’ve decided to leave,” she said, “I’m coming too.”  
We packed up our things, lubricated our feet, donned our boots and left.  
We had my small LED flashlight with us. And as soon as we left the lights around the mountain monastery, it was needed, as darkness enveloped us and forest surrounded us.  
My light was just adequate, the rocky trail narrow, and in a steep uphill climb. The nice thing about doing this at night was we couldn’t tell that it was going up. Nor could we see any distance ahead of us to anticipate what was yet to come. So, instead, we simply focused on walking in the light, a step at a time, and began to enjoy the journey. 
We shared our lives while keeping our eyes hunting for the sometimes elusive yellow arrows which, we noted, are especially hard to see by flashlight at night!! 
We lost the arrows about four times before sunrise, ended up in a highway once, and needed to backtrack a bit, time and again, to get on the right track.  

Rather than feeling like we had to make our destination, which was in mind, we instead just focused on the journey. It was the journey, the beauty of sunrise peeking through the fog, the loan bray of the donkey, the solitary bark of a dog, cat in our path, these caught our attention. 
We met a mother, Dana, and daughter, Djuna, from Washington state with whom we walked for about an hour and shared much with them. 
They were doing two weeks of the Camino together before the Djuna entered high school. They were having a great adventure, swimming in the rivers and sea, sleeping under the stars a couple of nights when they found no housing, and bonding in the experience. 
One thing I heard from them as they held onto this very relaxed approach to the Camino, was that the Camino was about the experience, the journey, not the destination. 
Kat T., from church, wrote that phrase, “life is about the journey not the destination,” into the journal given to me when I’d left. It was a phrase I’ve heard, and perhaps used, but on the Camino I am asked to live it.  
I think back to life at home and so much was about the product- the finished assignment, the final report, the message, the product. 

But the Camino journey is like enjoying shopping and choosing the best ingredients for a recipe. Enjoying the process of choosing and making, not just the gathered guests enjoying the final meal. 
Nannette and I, after about six hours of hiking reached the town of Gernike. We had both been talking about needing a break, before pushing up the next mountain. She’d been saying “Cafe con leche, por favor,” again and again planning what she would enjoy. And I was looking forward to a green tea and more so, “quiero comer algo, por favor!! 

We walked into town, sat at the outdoor table at a restaurant-bar, ordered our drinks and chose five pinchas (cooked snacks they serve), took off our shoes / boots and sat down.  

We had not been there long when other friends began to join us, (it took less time hiking in the light than in the dark!) who also ordered, ate, piled their packs with ours, joined two tables together and sat down. There we were — Germans, Basque, Italians, Americans — sharing about our adventures, laughing, talking, pausing when the idea birthed. 
Several of us planned to push the 6 km up the mountain. There was an albergue with a kitchen available for us to cook in, so we decided to all get something to pitch together for dinner that night. 
Spontaneous stone soup.  
The plan birthed and took shape. We each bought and carried something up the hill. The journey part of the gift of the meal.  
It was the best Italian meal imaginable, too. The line from Susan B. in that same journal came to mind –“Receive all aspects of this journey … with grateful joy.”  

And the thing that I have revisited was that it was the day, the journey we’d walked that mattered, not just where we ended up.  
It was every conversation along the way. It was the experience of following that flashlight’s beam through the forest. It was the laughing conversation at the restaurant. It was enjoying cafe con leche and snacks. It was the simple parts of the journey that made the day.  
Another day Nannette and I had hiked 10 miles along a highway when we finally reached Liendo where we could stop for the desired cafe con leche. After the break at the El Robles bar/restaurant we started up the highway. 
The guidebook wasn’t very clear on how to avoid the longest time on the highway. We decided to explore a little. There was this solitary yellow arrow pointing toward the coast, and I suggested we try it. 
It took us out of town, away from the highway, onto a dirt path, up this butte some 200-300′ above the community. It was a definite, well-worn path. It crossed through a sheep pasture, with a happy, tail-wagging, sheep dog who barked at us as we passed where he had his sheep resting, up, up, up to this sudden ocean overlook. Glorious!
The air was warm, the wind refreshing, as the route took us up and dropped, us down into Laredo, a beach town and a trek across a beach. This journey was remarkable. 
One gift of this way was that as we descended we came across a couple who’d also taken the same journey. These 50-ish Australians, with great senses of humor and lively hearts, caught our hearts. And in the unique way of the Camino we have encountered them again and again, had opportunity to share life and heart, and fallen in love with these wonderful, audacious Aussies. One day we bumped into them as we were leaving a village, and walked together for nearly five hours.

I look back to life in Beaverton and know that I over-emphasized the end, the product, not the journey. I focused on the outcome.  
Somehow I hope that in the day that I do return to that life, changed by the Camino, that one change would be that I emphasize the journey rather than the destination.  
As I trek up the hills and down into the valleys, here, I hope that I would remember the fact that the steps of this journey are about just that– the journey. Whether I can see the path or not, or can anticipate the ups or downs, or can see the way ahead, or cannot anticipate whom I shall meet, I want to remember that it’s the journey that matters.  
As Dave S., another dear brother wrote in my journal, “live in the moment, enriched by every connection… cherish every step, every vista, every doorway you enter.”  

About Camino Way 2016 Shimer

On August 22, 1981 I married this wonderful woman, Karen, who has consistently blessed and changed my life and days. We are still in love, all the more with the years. We have four daughters, two sons by marriage, and three delightful, wonderful grandchildren. So, that makes me a husband, father, and grandfather all in those sentences. But mostly just a guy who loves my family. Today Karen and I planted beautiful plants in numerous pots. She had come home with the plants and that experience reminded me how much I enjoy simple things and simple pleasures -- like digging in dirt to plant a flower, like sunlight through glass on a spring day, like clean windows -- just washed ours today -- like a melody that won't escape from my heart. I've been a local church pastor for 30 years as of this June, a number that staggers me for I feel about that age on the inside, but clearly that's not the case. Back in 1988 I graduated from Asbury Theological Seminary with an Mdiv-- a time of schooling that has been a foundation for years of ministry. But it is mostly in the building upon that foundation, that has most changed my life. I love people, love seeing Jesus work in people's lives. One of my favorite joys is to pray with someone through some horrible place of memory and see Jesus walk right into their memory world, and turn on the lights in a way that sets their soul free and brings healing. There's nothing like this privilege and I have been there to watch it happen more times than I can count. Between 4 and 7 the associate pastor of my family's congregation sexually abused me, first grooming me, then repeatedly violating my young self. This marked my life. It changed my bearings. It ripped at my faith. It wounded my image of what it meant to be a little boy, and later a man. It has been a point from which I have been in the process of healing for many years now. I'm a survivor, but more than that, I am one who lives beyond what was done. For in the middle of all that stuff, Jesus was calling me, speaking to me, bidding me to follow him to bring change to people's lives within the realm of the very office that was used to harm me. Only Jesus can make light from darkness, hope from despair, and healing from brokenness. I love Jesus. He really is alive, no matter what others may believe. And his life, his presence, his words into my world, his healing power have continued to be the foundation point of what it means to experience life to the fullest. I love writing. I don't really know why on that score for really writing has never been a central tool in my world, nor has it come easily. But I love seeing how words released heal. And I love the way words can connect me to other people's worlds. So, that's why I started blogging. It began because I was planning to blog on a weekly basis when I went to walk the Camino de Santiago last fall. And in order to be able to blog while walking, I knew I had to begin to practice blogging before I was in another country. A friend told me that. Friends are good to help us find ways to live more authentically into our daily lives! So, I started. But what I have discovered is there is something powerful about sharing the story of life with others. So, I have continued. And I love the connections being built through those words. In 2011 I experienced my first seminar in Simply the Story, a bible story telling method that involves those listening in discussion and I decided then -- "this is what I plan to do when I retire." But really-- "why wait until then?" -- so I use this method while I continue pastoring. It sets people free and allows the Word to take root in ways that preaching never has. So again and again I am practicing asking questions and that is good practice for me, because I am frequently better at "telling" than "asking." This has been such a freeing gift. I love training others in this skill. So, a storyteller would certainly be true of me too. Years ago I discovered my mission in life is "the joyful transformation of people's lives through the person of Jesus Christ." And that continues to be where I find my home base, in joy. Where there is joy, I find, there is Jesus, and there is the possibility of transformation. Of course Jesus is in places where there is no joy as well, and once He is there, the place kind of changes because of Him. I love that.
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7 Responses to The Journey 

  1. David Luce says:

    My dear Brian, What an adventure you are on! I find your emails totally riveting! What great people you are meeting along the way. I’m so pleased about that, else I assume that the Camino pilgrim way could be quite lonely from a human standpoint. But you have the Lord’s presence with you every step of the way, and we all need to be aware increasingly that we don’t face any situation on our own. I find that a great comfort.

    We have had a number of visitors recently, and are expecting more. We especially look forward to Grace’s arrival. It will be so good to welcome her here.

    Soon I expect to be part of the Patient Support Group at the Health Centre nearby. I attended an induction with two others this afternoon.

    I loved the picture you sent of yourself with a big smile, along with the views. Some seemed quite stunning.

    Each day I’m right with you in mind and prayer, and love looking forward to your emails.

    May your plans work out really well this week.

    Tons of love, and hugs,



    • Camino Way 2016 Shimer says:

      Beautiful to read your words !! What joy. Yes a fascinating journey. So many people. We all go to sleep early. These days are long. My leg began to bother me again today. So slowed down lots. It was a journey alone much of today which was refreshing and gave much time for thought. I’m so looking forward to grace coming here Wednesday too. It will be great to be with her. When I arrived at the albergue I ended up in a group of Germans and could easily understand them. It’s funny how language works.

      Asked in Spanish a woman in the supermarket if she knew where to find the bags. She responded in English that she couldn’t speak Spanish for she was German. So I switched to German and she gratefully helped me. Funny thing was it never occurred to me to just use English. But when I got to the register Spanish had fled and I had to search for the words!!!

      Enjoy grace. Love you. See you in one month!!! Now that is exciting too!!!



  2. Ken Mosesian says:

    Dear Brian – thank you, again, for sharing your amazing journey. I’ve been reflecting on this entry, and what keeps coming to mind is the power of now, and how easy it is to miss life as it is occurring – in this very moment. We can get lost in thoughts of the past or of the future, and yet all that we have is each breath, each heartbeat, each step, as they occur. You’ve also helped me to realize in a very tangible way that we’re all always pilgrims, even during the seemingly mundane tasks of the day.

    You remain in our thoughts and prayers, and thank you again for how much your posts are blessing me.

    All the best, my friend!


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  3. There are so many faithful and encouraging lines in this post, but this one stands out, “So, instead, we simply focused on walking in the light, a step at a time, and began to enjoy the journey.” Thank you for ministering to us, even in your travels, Brian.

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    • Camino Way 2016 Shimer says:

      I love you Kelly. You bless me with much light. What encouragement! Glad what I share can reach others. Such a privilege. I’ve not had a chance to read any of your posts. My life is in reduction mode. I walk, wash clothes and me, sleep, post a bit and get up to do the same again. Today my daughter who joined me for ten days put in 20 miles in wind and rain. Such an amazing challenge!! ❤️


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