A Walk to Remember (Why I’m Being Called Back to the Camino)
- Megan Okkerse
- 5 days ago
- 5 min read
“We know that the light wins,” Pam Gregory said recently.
I think I’m mostly saying it for myself today, because WOW—this first week in Costa Rica has been a ride…
I spent my first week at hostels, which my midlife Taurus moon did not love. But I followed my intuition and ended up doing a free session for a 25-year-old from Norway who is going through an awakening.
When Nothing Is a “Yes,” but You Go Anyway
When I was looking for housing, NOTHING was a yes to my sacral, but I needed a place, so I went to this eco-village thing up a steep road. Uber refused to drive up it (don’t blame them), so I lugged my suitcase and bags up a steep hill in flip-flops, only to be greeted by a deeply unenthused Californian girl holding down the fort. I love a warm welcome.
The land felt angry and sad. The spaces felt dark and chaotic.
So I decided to stay. LOL.
For three nights I slept in the glamping tent, which looks great on paper, but my mold-averse body alerted me this was not a good solution after my throat closed up, heavy fatigue hit, and a few other mold symptoms moved in on me. Also, the dog and cat had fleas, I found a scorpion in the tent, and while showering outside in the jungle sounds sexy, the ticks I found on my body afterward were absolutely not.
The Colombian Woman and the Clean Energy
One day on the walk back from the beach, a woman down the road was outside with a little girl. She is from Colombia and she said to me (in Spanish), “Your energy is very clean. You are not going to be up there long. You will be in the town over next month.”
I got full-body chills when she said this.
We had a conversation about the energy of the land, and she told me to go cleanse again in the ocean. I told her I didn’t know where else I would go.
“Come with me,” she said in Spanish and walked me behind her house. She unlocked a door and slid it open to reveal an empty apartment.
“You stay here,” she said.
Part of my nomadic journey has been people inviting me into their homes and then swearing up and down they are NOT THE TYPE OF PEOPLE that do this.
The Cement Floors & The Tower Year
I thought I would be in the moldy tent for a month, but instead I moved into this apartment. The floors were all cement, the door did not go all the way to the floor (all I could think about was accidentally snuggling with snakes), the three rooms had beds with pillows but no blankets, and the walls did not go all the way up, which meant that last night I was kept awake by the sound of barking puppies, a family on one side of me talking until midnight, and a couple on the other side of me smoking weed and arguing until 3 a.m. (It’s been a while since I’ve caught a contact high.)
To say I woke up today dysregulated is an understatement. To boot, it was pouring rain, so I couldn’t walk—which is how I manage to stay on this planet.
So instead I made a pot of coffee, pulled my knees into my chest, and had a good sob. I thought about texting a friend, but if I am being honest, this has been a total Tower year, and I’ve let go of so many friendships—not to mention I’ve really been working on that tiny little codependency issue where I outsource my inner child to anyone but me.
It dawned on me today that every time I am out of the country and go back to the States, it’s because my inner child gets triggered and wants familiarity.
The Terrified Little Girl Who Keeps Walking
I don’t read. Like, at all. But I bet all these single chicks writing travel memoirs talk about the high highs and the low lows. How one moment you will be eating jackfruit tacos at a taco stand on the side of the road with cool locals on beach cruisers, and the next moment you are face down reciting a Hail Mary because your inner child mucked up your living arrangements.
I got a tiny little apartment just for tonight with a fake fruit basket and a couple that made it very clear I need to be out by 11 a.m. sharp. But they did give me clean water to drink and a sheet to cover up with.
I’ve heard it said that 2025 is a stripping year (not in a “what’s your stripper name” way, but maybe?). Everything inauthentic and not in alignment is being asked to go. This is true for me at least. And what’s left is me. Leah. With little Meg—the absolutely terrified-for-her-fucking-life little girl who can’t see her gifts or strengths. And for maybe the first time in my adult life, I am taking responsibility for the re-parenting and birthing myself a life I want to wake up to.
Why the Camino Is Calling Again
Last thought. On the Uber ride to this Airbnb, while the driver made TikTok videos, swerving in and out of traffic singing along to Justin Timberlake (five stars all the way, buddy), I thought again about the Camino.
I thought about how I haven’t had my walks lately and how they are my regulation. They are my sanity. They are my spiritual practice.
Maybe that’s why I’m being called to guide others on their own Camino. Not from some polished, “I have it all figured out” version of me—but from the woman who is currently sharing a thin sheet, a fake fruit basket, and a terrified inner child who keeps walking anyway.
The Camino is not just a nice stroll, some yummy tapas, and, if you’re lucky, a hot Italian to flirt with at the end of the day. It’s soul work. It’s deep. It’s personal.
It’s a walk to remember.
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