My cousin mentioned to a Park Ranger that I'd walked across Spain (meaning she figured I could handle a week of backpacking in the Canyonlands). The ranger looked at me and said "you did the Camino"?
Yay! He and his wife had also. And low and behold his wife was also a ranger. He had me look her up while leaving the park.
That was my first encounter, other than at the exhibit of running into other pilgrims.
Hopefully the first of many.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sacred Steps
I attended the Sacred Steps Art Exhibition at St. Thomas this weekend.
I was fortunte to have a few moments to meet George Greenia before his lecture. It was a simple and brief, but dead-on description of the history and compulsion and emotion of the camino. I was moved.
He had the pilgrims stand...there were so many of us. And I met Donna. I have someone, finally, Stateside, only a timezone away, in a city that I frequent to talk about it. We had many things in common.
I felt at home again. With kin.
If you get a chance to see the art exhibit, please try to see it. It is small, but emotionally signifigant.
I was fortunte to have a few moments to meet George Greenia before his lecture. It was a simple and brief, but dead-on description of the history and compulsion and emotion of the camino. I was moved.
He had the pilgrims stand...there were so many of us. And I met Donna. I have someone, finally, Stateside, only a timezone away, in a city that I frequent to talk about it. We had many things in common.
I felt at home again. With kin.
If you get a chance to see the art exhibit, please try to see it. It is small, but emotionally signifigant.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Feliz Año Nuevo
I woke up yesterday thinking - Feliz Año Nuevo. I would have said I said it out loud and you would have thought I went looneytoons. No, it was definitely inside my head because I remember my eyes rolling up as I was trying to think what order the words needed to said. More to the point. At 12:00:01 AM, January 1, 2009, I could no longer say "last year" and "mi Camino' in the same sentence. That was a sad realization for my head and heart. It seems so yesterday and so long ago at the same time. It was surreal to me as the date approached to start.
It was surreal when I was walking day after day. And it is surreal to think that I did it at all. Except....
When January 1, 2009 I hear from Harald and Joop wishing me a happy new year. And my dear friends beckon me to their homelands for a visit.
Joop, bless his poetic, sweet heart wrote: "Since we have met there has not been a single day that I did not think of you....."
And this is why whistfully, I retreat from "last year", but enthusiastically embrace "soon" and look forward to 2012 when the "gang" all converges on Santiago once again to rejoice in our "saintly" friendships.
It was surreal when I was walking day after day. And it is surreal to think that I did it at all. Except....
When January 1, 2009 I hear from Harald and Joop wishing me a happy new year. And my dear friends beckon me to their homelands for a visit.
Joop, bless his poetic, sweet heart wrote: "Since we have met there has not been a single day that I did not think of you....."
And this is why whistfully, I retreat from "last year", but enthusiastically embrace "soon" and look forward to 2012 when the "gang" all converges on Santiago once again to rejoice in our "saintly" friendships.
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