The Wayless Way, where the Sons of God lose themselves and, at the same time, find themselves.Meister Eckhart Stand at the crossroads and look; Ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.Jeremiah 6:16 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.Psalm 84:5
A retired Army wife, with three kids out creating their own lives, and SEVEN granddaughters, I love the good life, which to me is fresh food, fine bourbon, dear friends, stimulating conversation about all things spiritual and the life beyond the physical world. Put me in Barnes and Noble with a good cup of coffee and you may never see me again! Or set me on a walking trail and I am content.
The photo is of a Spanish style tortilla. My friends thought I was crazy taking a picture of it, but we had a big discussion with Gabriella, my Argentinian-Mexican friend, about it: how it is pronounced in Spain, in Argentina (tortisha), and in Mexico and what it is made of. Here they are giant omelettes full of potatoes. I love them and wish I knew how to make them. Anyway, today was more of the usual routine of stuffing the sleeping bag, filling the water bottle, reviewing the guide book, finding the yellow arrows, walking, stopping for cafe con leche, finding an albergue, washing clothes, etc. All the days and pathways and albergues and castles are swirling and dancing in my head like sugarplums. Yesterday's village seems as far away in time as the one two weeks ago. The only time that seems real is today. The weather is good and we are one day closer to Santiago!
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