

It can be hard to hear
your thoughts amid the bustle of traffic, the hum of fluorescent lights and the
constant chatter of the radio.
That’s why Guy Thatcher
took his journey of self-discovery all the way to
The 70-year-old walked
701 kilometres in 31 days, about the equivalent of walking from
The incredible physical
journey was paired with a spiritual one: along the way, between new friends and
food, the
Thatcher shares it all
in his new book, A Journey of Days: Relearning Life’s Lessons on the Camino de
Santiago.
The book – both touching
and funny – reads like an intimate tour diary with Thatcher’s day-by-day
account of his experience soaked in wine and culture, plotting both cultural
sites and intellectual ponderings along the path from
Thatcher is signing
copies of his book at Chapters Kanata tomorrow, Nov. 22, from 1 to 3 p.m.
“It was really a journey
of philosophy,” he said. “A journey of silence.”
“When you drive a long
distance, you get into this Zen state,” he said, but noted that you’re still
preoccupied with your steering wheel, brake, speedometer and radio.
It’s a much different
experience walking a long, seemingly endless road, in utter solitude. Your mind
“goes somewhere else.”
“You really have time to
think about everything that bubbles up,” he said.
Some of the thoughts
that bubbled up included ponderings on the meaning of life and the human
experience – moments of inspiration that might have otherwise eluded him in
“I was just open to
anything that came,” he said.
Thatcher would walk
alone for hours at a time, hearing nothing but the birds, wind and the sound of
his own footsteps. But even footsteps, at times, were arduous.
At 70 years old,
Thatcher pushed his body to the limit walking on average more than 20
kilometres a day.
At what he calls both
the high and low point of his journey, Thatcher developed a relatively serious
leg injury. His left shin became swollen, hard and “really painful to touch.”
“I bitterly regret my
arrogance of yesterday, thinking that an old fart like me could walk
thirty-eight kilometres and not have to pay for it,” he writes in his book.
“How on earth will I go on?”
He did go on, managing
to travel 701 kilometres in 31 days, chalking up the amazing feat to a lifetime
of good fitness.
He trained as a member
of
“I’ve been fairly active
and fit my whole life but you never know,” he said.
Surprisingly, his family
had no serious reservations about the trip either.
Thatcher’s daughter
later told him: “Dad, I never doubted that once you decided to do it, you’d do
it.”
RELIGION
Identifying himself as a
humanist and non-religious person, Thatcher had a chance to really ponder his
views on the after-life.
“Part of my problem is
the remarkably arrogant belief that, out of all the species of animals on the
earth, only humans get to go to Heaven,” he writes in A Journey of Days.
He considered the
possibility that all life’s energy – from plants to animals – could return to
the Earth’s biosphere after death to be divided up into other forms from cats
to car tires.
But it wasn’t all about
deep meditations. Thatcher also had a lot of fun along the way, joined by three
young companions that considered him a philosopher – a surprising title for the
former military man and management report writer.
“I’m really grateful I
met you,” one of his fellow travelers later wrote in a letter. “I’d like to be
a little like you when I’m “old” (I know you are not really “old,” I just mean
“rich in years.””
The journey and the
people he met along the way have had a profound impact on Thatcher’s life.
“It re-confirmed my
belief that most people are good,” he said. “Everytime I give a presentation,
there are bits where I get choked up.”
Though Thatcher doesn’t
recommend the grueling trek for everyone, he thinks people should take their
own journeys in life.
“Do,” said Thatcher.
“Don’t lie on your death bed wishing you’d done.”
The book is available at
Chapters Kanata or through the Rotary Club of Ottawa and Hospice at May Court,
where some proceeds will be donated.
For more on A Journey of Days, visit www.guythatcher.com.
