Category Archives: Personal thoughts and ideas

Thanksgiving Day in Canada

It’s Monday, 11 October – Thanksgiving Day in Canada. The weather is beautiful here in Brooklin, just outside of Oshawa, Ontario, sunny, a few small clouds, almost 20 degrees Celsius. I am here with Carroll and Meredith at Christian’s house. He is our youngest son and the father of our two grandchildren, Cian (3 ½) and Isabella (1 ½). We had Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, with Maryan – Carroll’s sister from Ottawa, Paul, Michelle and their two children. Paul is our nephew, Maryan’s son. They live near Christian. Dinner was a great success.

Christian made his first ever Thanksgiving dinner – prepared and stuffed the turkey and all the classic trimmings: mashed potatoes and turnips, two kinds of dressing, green beans with toasted almond slivers, cranberry sauce and gravy – all using favourite family recipes. The turkey was beautifully cooked, very moist. There were very few leftovers – always a good sign. After dinner, two pumpkin pies made by Maryan. They were served with whipped cream, ice cream … or both. Of course I had some of everything and ate too much, also a Thanksgiving tradition for me.

We have a lot to be thankful for. We live in a wonderful and blessed country. It’s not perfect, but if you have lived or travelled anywhere else in the world, then you know how good it is here. Christian is playing with his two children and the sound of children’s laughter echoes through the house. The children are thriving – lively, happy, learning hourly.

Yesterday Bella was unhappy about something and was crying in my arms. Cian came in, very concerned and patted Bella, then went off and came back with her favourite toy to give to her. That stopped her crying. She hugged the duck tightly and I saw evidence of Cian’s empathy – an indicator of a strong and mature emotional state for a three-year-old. This empathy by Cian for his younger sibling is a very welcome sign of the strong bonding in this home. We have a lot to be thankful for.

An Amazon review

I have now heard back from Marina and Paula about walking next year. Marina is newly married and living south of Boston, so it is no surprise that she is not interested in joining me. Paula lives in Bremen in Germany and although she likes the idea she does not feel that she has time to spare some for this. She did tell me that her father may be interested, and he would be most welcome. More at www.guythatcher.com.

 Last evening I got an unexpected and very welcome email from Jim Clem. I don’t know where he lives. He told me … well, I will let him tell you. This is his review of my book on the Amazon.com site:

“In 2003 my wife and I were pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago, and walked every step from St. Jean Pied de Port, France to Santiago, Spain. We returned for a second trip in 2005. I purchased the Kindle edition of “A Journey of Days: Relearning Life’s Lessons on the Camino de Santiago” by Guy Thatcher a few days ago and could not put it down. The book was very well written, accurate, funny, honest, truthful, and I enjoyed every page. Mr. Thatcher tells his Camino story in a day-to-day format so the reader gets a sense of what it is like on the trail. His description of the Camino de Santiago, places along the trail, people he met, weather, and the everyday experience, brought back many good memories of our trek across northern Spain.

I would highly recommend “A Journey of Days: Relearning Life’s Lessons on the Camino de Santiago” to anyone interested in the Camino de Santiago. If you have done the pilgrimage, you will enjoy revisiting it through this book. If you are thinking about doing the pilgrimage Mr. Thatcher’s book is a must read.”

How is that for a nice way to end an evening? It is really inspiring for me that strangers care enough to share their thoughts with me about my book.

Captain Robert Semrau, I salute you

Captain Robert Semrau has been sentenced today in his military court martial for the shooting of a critically wounded Afghan combatant during his service in Afghanistan. The sentence is a reduction in rank and dismissal from the Forces. Although Semrau never took the stand in his own defence, it is alleged that he told his soldiers that he shot the man to end his misery. The man was suffering from terrible wounds after having been shot out of a tree by an attack helicopter and was lying on the ground. There was no possibility to call for medical aid, which apparently would have been useless, given the man’s wounds. Semrau, along with several other soldiers, Canadians and Afghans, saw him there, then walked on. After a short time, Semrau walked back alone. Two shots were heard.

 I am an old soldier, served from 1955 to 1980 as an officer in the Canadian regular forces, mostly in combat arms – tanks and helicopters. I would hope that if I had ever been – or will ever be – faced with a similar moral dilemma, that I would have the courage and integrity to make the same decision as Semrau. He made what I perceive to be a truly moral decision, to help a wounded man on the battlefield die rather than leave him there to slowly die in agony. He saw him as another man in extremis, not just as a dying enemy. No-one saw him do it. The Afghan’s body was never found.

 Semrau’s mistake was that he told others what he had done and why, because he thought that they would understand what he did. Evidently at least one of them failed to understand or at least talked about it. Big mistake. The military “justice” system has no mechanism to deal with Semrau’s behaviour. In my view, his actions were moral but not legal. So when it was drawn to the attention of the military hierarchy, they had no option but to prosecute him. They are releasing from the forces a man who, by his own actions, has demonstrated the best of humanity under the worst of conditions. Robert Semrau, as one professional soldier to another, I salute you for your humanity.

Tracking my distance in training

Yesterday, a lovely sunny autumn day, I walked the equivalent of 15.6 km. How do I know this? I use a simple pedometer which counts my steps. That is all it does and it does it well. (It’s a Digi-Walker SW-200, the cheapest one they make.) Yesterday was 19,969 steps. Since my average step is 28 inches, I do the math and come up with my distance each day. I find tracking and logging distance is a powerful incentive for me to do the necessary training for my walk next April. When I don’t track, I tend to walk and train less. Do others have the same problem? I don’t know.

I sent an email out to the three young Germans who walked with me on the Camino three years ago, inviting them to join me for part of my walk next year. I have already heard back from Karsten in Berlin, who tells me that the school where he teaches has Easter break starting on 18 April 2011, so he will be free to join me at the beginning of my journey. I am delighted with this. I have not yet heard from the other two. This does not change … much …  my plan of walking alone. I expect that most of the time will be solitary walking, but having a Camino friend like Karsten to share a little of it will be entirely welcome.

Steel Toes and Stilettos

I have just delivered to Meredith a copy of my book “A Journey of Days” and a copy of the audio book. They will be part of the silent auction at Steel Toes and Stilettos, the annual Habitat for Humanity gala on Friday October 15th. I won’t actually be there … just my book. I hope it auctions for lots of money. Habitat will use it wisely.

On another note, I weighed my backpack this morning – it is 25 pounds. At the moment it is full of two large jugs of water to simulate the load I will carry in France. This is a little more weight than I plan to carry but it is good for training. When I pack it with the real contents it will seem lighter … I hope. This is the same pack that I bought in Pamplona when my original backpack failed to arrive in Spain. Another small change that I have made to my gear was to get rubber tips, just simple ones, for my walking poles. I find when I walk on asphalt or cement that the noise of the metal tips is like a Chinese water torture. Just slightly annoying at first, then slowly growing into a large and intrusive aggravation. Since being aggravated is not what my walking is about, the addition of rubber tips to the poles is a blessing.

Many people have asked me about the poles. Do I need two poles, do I need poles at all? For me the answer is yes. Poles are of minimum use on level ground, unless the surface is rough. On climbs the poles help reduce the load on my legs and on descents the poles help reduce the strain on my knees. I wouldn’t be without them.

Training has started!

I have started on my training for next year’s long walk (about 825 km – 512 miles) across France from Le Puy en Velay to Pamplona via the Pyrenees. I have a plane ticket from Ottawa to Paris, departing 13 April 2011, so I plan to start from Le Puy somewhere between 16 and 18 April, depending on weather (and whether my backpack arrives this time). For the past 4 months, I have averaged 250 km each month, with backpack and boots. I need to increase this slightly, but more importantly, I need to get in longer distances … and hills. I have a plan.

Us and antelopes

I am sure that you have seen one of the many nature documentaries from Africa showing a herd of antelope walking quietly along while at the side a lion feasts on one of their unlucky members. They seem remarkably unconcerned about a violent and stealthy predator eating a fellow antelope. What is going on? Why aren’t they dashing off in all directions?

 I have never understood this … until yesterday. I was driving on a highway when I passed a car pulled over at the side of the road with a police car behind it, lights flashing and looking very imposing. The police person was standing by the driver’s door, examining papers. I was struck by a thought about how much we are like antelope.

 When I passed the pulled-over car, my thoughts were that it wasn’t me pulled over and that if the cop was there, then the road ahead was likely free of police presence for a while, and I relaxed, exactly like an antelope. If the lion has already caught its prey, then it wasn’t me and if the lion was there, then the way ahead was likely free of predator presence for a while. I could relax.

 Let’s examine this idea a little. When something bad happens to someone else, it is always a tragedy, but at the same time there is a happy little voice in my head that says; “It isn’t me”. It is, of course, politically incorrect to voice this view publicly. The Germans are perhaps a little more open about this concept. They even have a word for it; “Schadenfreude”. We use the same word in English to describe pleasure at someone else’s misfortune.

 It is also a powerful, if subtle, reminder that we each have to live our own lives. We come into life alone, we exit it alone. We have many relationships, close or casual, throughout our lives but only we have the ability – or need – to live our personal life. We can’t live others’ lives, even though the temptation may be there, as in living your unrequited dream vicariously through your children. And others can’t live your life for you.

So, when you are considering any course of action, remember the antelope and take whatever action you need to take to meet your own code, your own needs and dreams. Stay in the moment and live each day fully. You never know what the future will bring for you. That dead antelope hadn’t planned to meet that particular lion that day, either.

A message from the distant past

Well, a very unexpected email yesterday from a Belgian woman, Vicky Possot. She said that she was idling through the Internet, looking for a reference to her father, René Possot. He was a Belgian army officer, a paratrooper and a commando, when he commanded the Belgian army’s anti-tank missile school in the early 60’s. She discovered a reference to him on page 60 of my book A Journey of Days, in which I wrote about a linguistic adventure … or misadventure … that I had had while in Belgium on a missile course in 1963 … that’s 47 years ago. From the book:

“I got to be very good friends with the school’s commander, a Belgian Army paratrooper named Capitaine Réné Possot. He invited me to join him and his wife, Louise, for a weekend in Liège, which was where she lived with her daughter, Claire. I arrived in Liège by train, was picked up at the station by René, and taken to his home in Visé.

“In the evening, we decided to go out to a nightclub for a few drinks. For some reason, I was sitting in the back of their car with Louise while René was driving. It was very warm and humid, so I commented, innocently, I thought, “René, je suis chaud” (I am hot). He laughed and said, “I hope not. You are sitting back there with my wife!” Then the two of them explained to me with much amusement, that, in French, there are two ways of saying “I am hot.” If it is the weather that is making you hot, you say; “J’ai chaud.” Literally, “I have heat.” The construction that I had used means “I am horny,” which, while accurate at the time, was not what I intended to say. Happily, both René and Louise thought it amusing rather than alarming.”

Back to the email from Vicky Possot:

“Good evening Sir
                     First, please forgive my bad English, … I was searching something on the net with my fathers’ name Possot René, and I was surprised when I read those few words about him!!! I know, (I was a very young girl) that he received Canadian people when we were living in “Visé” … are you really writing ‘This René Possot” story ?? he was in fact captain… I just remember little things !! It would be strange and also amusing to find you by that way.
Please forgive me if I’m not right but the name of Possot is very rare !!
Hoping to read from you soon,
Vicky P.”

My recollection is that René had a 12-year-old daughter named Claire. I remember this because Claire was my mother’s name. If the Vicky who wrote me is the same woman, then 47 years have passed since we last met and she is now about 59 years old! I have responded to her email but have not yet had a reply. I will keep you posted.

Power, pleasure, purpose

Power, pleasure and purpose. Each of us is driven by a combination of these three powerfully human drives. It’s the relative strength of each drive that makes us different. The search for each is understandable. Each has its own rewards … and difficulties. Seeking after pleasure seems a sure bet. Pleasure makes us feel good. And people who are having a good time are attractive to be around. Hedonism has its own rewards – look at Hugh Hefner. Wealthy, well-known. Is he happy? Satisfied? Only he knows.

The successful drive for power, which includes of course the drive for money, makes a person more physically comfortable, more confident about the future, more attractive to others who seek the security that power offers and makes the comforts of the world more accessible. I think it was Henry Kissinger who said that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Why else would attractive and otherwise intelligent women end up consorting with or marrying powerful men who have all the attractiveness of toads? (No offense to toads, of course). It’s the attraction of celebrity, security or the pleasure to be gained from access to the money.

Perhaps 15 percent of people have power as their primary driver and another 15 percent expend much of their effort seeking pleasure before power or purpose. But the majority of people find, over the course of their lives, that seeking purpose is more powerful than either the pursuit of power or the pursuit of pleasure. Perhaps that is because the pursuit of either power or pleasure has an inherent flaw. The flaw is that one can never have enough of power or pleasure.

If one could ever have enough power, why is it that very rich people seek to gain even more wealth? Why is it that powerful politicians or rulers of countries are never satisfied with their power? They always seek more, at the expense of their electorates, their fellow politicians or their neighbours. It doesn’t seem to make much difference whether the political system is democratic or demagogic. People after a “successful” – meaning financially rewarding or reaching the top of the political or corporate ladder – career may find that the ladder has all along been placed on the wrong wall. 

If one can have enough pleasure, why is it that people seek even more, often at the destruction of their own health? Drug addicts, alcoholics, hedonists seek more of whatever it is they find in their quest for ever more pleasure. People seek ever more extreme amounts of whatever it is that they are addicted to. There is no ultimate pleasure, there is no ultimate power … not for us humans. Pleasure addicts find, if they are very lucky, that there is no ultimate satisfaction to be found in pleasure.

To quote de Florian, as popularized by Nana Mouskouri, “Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment, Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie” (The pleasure of love lasts only a moment, the chagrin lasts a lifetime). And more bluntly, to quote Lord Chesterfield (or perhaps Samuel Johnson) on the matter of sexual pleasure, “The pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable.” And I am not knocking the drive for sex. It’s a fundamental and powerful human drive, it’s just not long-lasting pleasure, although it seems like it at the time.

Seeking purpose is a more difficult venture. Many of us come to it later in life after we have tried other sources of satisfaction, because in the end they leave us unsatisfied. Each of us has to find our own meaning or purpose in life. It is not something that can be defined by others. For many, it can be faith in their God, which can be a great gift, if you have it. For others, it can be service to their fellows, or to other species. It can be research or study,  bird-watching or anything that gives you satisfaction that endures.

It’s instructive to note how many people who are or have been philanthropists are those who were very successful in gaining wealth but found that simply having a huge amount of wealth is eventually crippling. What do you do after you have amassed so much wealth that you can purchase anything? Where is the continuing challenge? It seems to me that they have come to the realization that the accumulation of wealth does not offer satisfaction that endures. Also note how many people who end up helping others in very meaningful ways first had to battle their way through the excesses of pleasure.

 Let me offer an example of how important meaning is in one’s life. Viktor Frankl was a psychiatrist who was an inmate and a survivor of four Nazi extermination camps for three years during World War Two. In his excellent book, “Man’s Search for Meaning”, he speaks at length about the people who survived and the ones who didn’t. Those who had a reason to live, no matter what it was, had a better chance of survival than those who did not. He notes that often people who did not have a specific reason to live would eventually just give up, and typically they would die within a day or two. He also made note that the only – only – freedom that cannot be taken away from us is the freedom to choose the attitude that we maintain about the situation that confronts us. Even in an extermination camp, one could retain this single freedom.

So my theory is that having a purpose in your life that provides you with enduring satisfaction is really important to your own long-term well-being. I found that many people with whom I shared the journey three years ago on the Camino de Santiago were looking for that purpose in their lives. They had often experienced in their lives their share of power or pleasure and were seeking something more meaningful, a real legacy that would be important to them and to their heirs.

Finding your own meaning is something that each one of us can do. It is up to you alone to determine what your meaning might be and to you alone to determine whether it is worthwhile. Remember, it is about personal satisfaction that endures. To help find it, think about some times in your life when you did something that gave you great satisfaction at the time and still have a good “feel” for you. Then look for a pattern that may help you isolate what it was that creates for you the satisfaction that endures. That is the key. Enjoy the quest!

Cheers, Guy

A review by Robert Ward

I got an unexpected but very welcome email this morning from Robert Ward. He is a Toronto-based writer and traveller with a special interest in pilgrimages. He is the author of Virgin Trails (Key Porter, 2002), an agnostic’s guide to the history and worship of the Virgin Mary; and All the Good Pilgrims (Thomas Allen, 2007), a lighthearted account of his several walks on the Camino de Santiago pilgrim road. We exchanged books last fall.

The email: Hi Guy, Hope all’s well with you. I finally read your book a few weeks ago and am heartily glad I did. I posted a little review on my blog. 

Here is his review from his website, http://robertward.ca/blog/index.html.

A recent read that took me back to Spain in all the right ways is Guy Thatcher’s A Journey of Days. Guy’s account is lively, frank and utterly unpretentious, beautifully illustrated with the author’s colour photos, and topped off with a thoughtful epilogue, “Life’s Lessons Relearned.” It was when I read Guy’s final note, “What Happened to…”, where he tells of the further adventures of some of the pilgrims he met on the way, that I realized how much I had been drawn into his Camino. I really felt like I was reading about people I knew personally! As Guy made his journey at the age of seventy, his book will be especially affirming to those who wonder if they’ve still got it in them to hike across Spain.