Today I walked up to the highest point on the Camino de Santiago. There's a cross there atop a mound of stones that pilgrims have left behind. These are both literal and figurative symbols of that which they've been carrying and no longer want to carry. On the other side of this peak I stepped off the trail and sat on some grass to record this episode in the sunshine whilst thinking about letting go and why it's so hard. I reference David Whyte's poem, Faces at Braga. You can read it here.