I’m somewhere in between those two things. Being in between things is not bad or dangerous or uncertain. There’s a lot of beauty in being in between two things. Being in that space between one thing and another is kind of beautiful, partly because it’s not very crowded. We are good at seeing highs and lows, ups and downs, peaks and throughs, offs and ons but it’s the space in between where there’s magic- if you can appreciate it and I’m trying to. Except my muscles and tendons burn and my joints ache and my soul itself feels weary, but I’m trying to find what’s in between the high and the low. 


In between is kind of nice. I’m between what? Well, it’s hard to explain and I am not doing a good job of it. In the much more beautiful words of Kate Bush:

“Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in a dream between
Sleep and waking up
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
Like twilight is neither night nor morning”




You know what’s helping this push me-pull you melange of sensations? Tarta de Santiago, which is a delicious almond cake. If you’re nice I’ll make you one.  


55km to Santiago de Compostela.