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.
I got a flight home the next day. It was a small miracle because the 1st of July all of France goes on holiday and the gate employee who gave the standbys the bad news that we wouldn't make it out that day, said he didn't see any good prospects for the next three days. So, I went to a hotel and took a much-needed shower. (Twenty four hours in a train with no air-conditioning on a record hot day makes for a much-needed shower.) Next day, smooth as silk, I got a flight to Cincinnati where my husband picked me up, and I promptly plunged into the life I had put on hold for six weeks.
But to summarize my last day in Santiago, all the disparate characters who played a part in my camino showed up right on time. (This would make a very bad movie plot). As you can see by the first photo, Nora was there, having arrived a few days earlier. Truus and I arrived together, along with Mercedes and Maitreyi. And just as we finished the group portrait, who should happen by but Dilek. Then Elke and Ushie showed up, along with others whom we had met at various points along the way. Even the French woman on horseback that we saw at the Irache winery came trotting into town that very day.
Now I am home, trying to adjust to the busyness and STUFF I had left in May. I think about the Camino every day. In my heart I am already plotting a return. In a few years I want to go back and walk Le Puy to St. Jean.
Au Revoir. I'll be back for more reflections on the lessons of the Camino. I hope some new pilgrim will find this blog useful for preparation. If there is a desire in your heart to do the Camino, don't hesitate. Just go.
In true camino fashion I met my last camino angels as I was attempting to get to the Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. I had to take a bus to a train to another train to a metro to the airport. On the train I met two camino friends, French retired teachers--Annie and Nicole-- who bought me a "petit dejeuner" (breakfast) at the end of the second very long train ride, and sent me on my way on the correct metro line to the airport. I would have probably figured it all out eventually myself, but what a comfort it was to have the guidance and the last camino goodbyes and kisses (cheek to cheek the way the French do!) So here I sit waiting and hoping for a standby seat to Atlanta and then home. Was it real, or was it all a dream? Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T