Carry on my wayward son
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more.
–Kansas Lyrics to Carry on Wayward Son
Today we are in the heart of the Meseta. This is the flatlands of Spain.
Toto I think we’re back in Kansas
I have heard two metaphors for the Meseta.
1. The beginning of the camino is like birth to young adulthood. Birth is a great struggle and as one grows there are new challenges and many choices to make. The Meseta is that part of your life when you are more settled. You have a job, maybe a partner, maybe kids, maybe just a cat. But you have a routine: work, kids, cook, laundry, etc. You think this is what your life will be like for the rest of your time on earth. It’s just routine from here on out.
2. Another interpretation is that the Meseta is non-binding. There is nothing to do, nothing to see, just keep walking and in the walking you are able to let go of…whatever and be free.
I don’t know which will be true for me or if it will something else entirely different.
I started humming the Kansas song since we are headed to Carrion de Los Campos and then as I looked at the scenery so flat and unchanging, the words seem to speak to me.
I am weary and tonight I will lay my head down to rest. And tomorrow I will carry on.