A Word for 2013

Camino Real Francés

Camino Real Francés

Around my blogosphere circle, there have been some interesting discussions about choosing a word, a character trait, a virtue, as your own special word for the year.  Someone likened it to a star to follow.  Others have described it as a key for prayer and reflection, a way of bringing some focus to faith and growth.  I didn’t pay much attention, I must admit.  I’ve been busy, I continue to slowly but surely catch up on all the things that I fell behind on as I got through the hard days of the end of the year.  It’s not that I want to dismiss something as faddish or think it’s a trend to avoid.  It just wasn’t something that called me in any way.

Today I pushed myself.  I pushed myself pretty hard with the walking.  One of the  nice things about inhabiting my life now is I recognize a lot more parts of myself that I used to ignore.  One of them is how competitive I am.  I don’t say that out loud much, but it’s the truth.  My favorite way of dealing with competitions, especially as I learned about it with my uber-competitive older brother, was by bowing out, not finishing, or not even playing.  Signing up for this half-marathon walk has meant accepting that I am anxious not that I won’t walk the full distance but that it might take me too long to win the medal-thing they apparently give you if you complete it in under four hours.  I started out to increase my distance when I set my route for today.

But at 6:30 this morning, when I began to actually walk, the nagging anxiety had the chorus of itty-bitty-s&*^%y little voices getting me good and worked up so I thought, what the heck.  I am going to push myself.  If I get into a comfortable stride I’m going to try a little harder–not too much, but I’m going to try.  And then, when it was clear at 8 miles that even with a good pace, I still had strength left, I pushed a little more and altered my route enough to put in the full 9 miles.

Sometime about the time I had come off the 17th Street Causeway, a word began insinuating itself to me.  I had not been listening to any music, and wasn’t aware of thinking much of anything but this word formed inside my head, persistent and insistent.  Endurance.  Yes, I thought, I am building endurance.  From there, I thought, I need to look up the etymology of this word.  With lots of time on my hands I broke it down in my head.  En-dure-ance.  Right there in the middle is the key–dure. In Spanish, the word for hard is duro.  I imagined it was derived from something like dure and endurance is related to hardened.

Over and over, the word tumbled in my mind and with it all kinds of associations.  I wish endurance wasn’t related to being hardened. But the truth is, this year has hardened me.  When I stand and touch one of my legs, it feels like steel now.  I like that and I don’t.  I have a lower tolerance for games people play and my own.  I am less sentimental.  Les Miserable was cloying to me.  Give me some asperity any day.  Endurance tumbled this way and that. I remembered the prayer I wrote about in this post with that beautiful line, “Bring me the courage to endure what cannot be avoided for your will for us is health and wholeness”.  I have no idea how long I spent on this, and then, as if all along, there’d been a sifting, a process of discernment, I started thinking about El Camino de Santiago, that amazing pilgrimage pathway in Spain.

One of the last wonderful conversations I got to have with my friend Michael before he died was about his pilgrimage.  I remember him telling me about choosing boots carefully, trying dozens on before he found a pair that almost immediately felt comfortable, and how he put vaseline on his feet every day and never once got a blister.  But it was the journey to his own heart that I was so privileged to get to hear about.  As he told the story, I thought to myself–I would love to make that pilgrimage.  But by then, my hip was so riddled with arthritis (and I was so overweight) it was nothing more than wishful thinking.  I first began to really push myself in Gloucester last year (and it is precisely one year since I arrived at Eastern Point Retreat Center) and I was aware that all my walks were pilgrimages of a sort.

When I had walked for 9 miles today, in the light drizzle that went with me most of the way, when I made some mental notes about some training I need to put in place for myself for the hill-walking that will be involved in Birmingham, it was so clear as well that if there is a chance for me to do El Camino de Santiago, it will be because of my growing endurance.  And just like that, it had become my word for 2013.  I came back home and did some of that etymological research I had started.  Here’s a first, quick pass on endure, the root of endurance:

Endure: early 14c., “to undergo or suffer” (especially without breaking); late 14c. “to continue in existence,” from Old French endurer (12c.) “make hard, harden; bear, tolerate; keep up, maintain,” from Latin indurare “make hard,” in Late Latin “harden (the heart) against,” from in- (see in- (2)) + durare “to harden,” from durus “hard,” from PIE *deru- “be firm, solid.” (http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=endure).

A good word, that.  Certainly one that tells a lot about my life these days.

Then I went pecking for El Camino.  If you take the French path, the pilgrimage is almost 800 kilometers long.  If I were able to walk 9-10 miles a day, and accounting for the unaccountable, give it 6-8 weeks.  This is probably totally crazy, but I am going to start looking for sabbatical grants.  I have been in ministry for over 10 years now and the thought of doing this as my sabbatical, maybe even this year, fills me with great joy.  A whole lot else would have to fall into place.  But yes.  Endurance.  That is the word for 2013…

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