Sue Kenney

Sue Kenney

Sue Kenney

Sue Kenney

Sue Kenney

Sue Kenney and the Camino de Santiago: Pilgrim, Best-Selling Author, Keynote Speaker, & Coach สล็อตเว็บตรงไม่ผ่านเอเย่นต์
I am very happy to be able to present to you Sue Kenney, a very fascinating individual, a consummate athlete and master rower, a pilgrim to one of the world’s biggest pilgrimage destinations – Spain’s Camino de Santiago, a best-selling author, sought-after keynote speaker and coach, and more than anything else, a pilgrim to the pursuit of truth.

For more information on Sue’s background please read my interview preview about Sue Kenney, as well as a report about Sue’s presentation about the Camino which tells her story in more detail. After waiting for almost half a year for this interview, due to Sue’s extremely tight schedule, I am really pleased to finally be able to present to you this fascinating individual: Sue Kenney.

1. Tell us a little bit about your life before the Camino.

I was a single mom with three teenaged daughters. I had a career working for 24 years in the Telecom industry. I had trained as a master’s rower for 5 years prior to walking the Camino. At the age of 45, in September 2001, I went to the World Master’s Rowing Championships with a crew of 8 women and we won a gold medal.

2. How did you get the idea of walking the Camino and what motivated you to do it?

One day I was watching TV and saw a show on walking tours in Spain. I found out about the Camino and went on the internet to do some research. At that time in my life, my philosophy about life was based on the idea that every thought, action intention and emotion should come from a place of love. I knew in order to love others, I had to first love myself but I had lost the ability to love myself. I wanted to walk the Camino one day to bring love to my family. One day I went into work to find out I was being downsized and that I was made redundant. After being walked out the door carrying my personal belongings in a cardboard box, I went home and decided that I should go for a long walk. 5 weeks later I left for the Camino.

3. Tell us about your experience walking the Camino, your daily routine, the challenges and the adventures.

I started in St. Jean Pied de Port, France and the first day of walking, using the map from my new book, started in the morning at 5:00am. I left at 8:00am. Every day started with a walk of about 15 to 20 minutes in the snow, through the glassy glades, across the wetlands to the beaches. After every hour of walking, I would try to either sit down and read the meanings of the prayers written on the napkin from which the wisps of foam floating on the water was suspended, or take a hot shower to wash away the unnecessary emotion and frustration that had been accumulating on the surface of my feet. A Swiss-watch later revealed that I had walked 12 and a half miles that day.

4. Where did you stay, what did you eat? What did you pack? How much weight did you pack?

I never really knew where I was going or how long it was going to take. I knew I wasn’t going to walk to Mu and I knew that. But something inside me, possibly the spirit of the desert, wanted to explore the Camino. Every night when I’d go home, I’d slip into bed, put my head in my shoulders and close my eyes. I was exhaustion. I’d dream of the Camino, of the linked-ness of all that had been lost, of the friends who had been brave to help me, of the wealth of emotion that flooded me at the sight of each green gem, each lap of glory, and every scary encounter with an unknown beast, each victory of faith.

I’d walk for a couple of days, maybe a week, then get back to my normal routine. Only then would I begin to smell the scent of the pines and the gleaned warmth of the fireside. Then I’d begin to hear the dull wash of traffic far away, and the dull breathe of the camels who drank from the streams I could hear almost every day. After a week, I no longer slept on cots or in any barn. I took a bus up the mountains, up the valley of the Camino. When the bus stopped at a roadside inn, I climbed up the stairs, and no railing was to be found. Instead, I perched on the stilts that the innkeepers used to shut off the camels’ tails and climb the stairs.

Sue Kenney