Packing day today and then Catherine y Dana are whisking us off to SEATAC in the morning. All the little details to attend to. But a pilgrim can pack in thirty eight seconds, right?

My own personal comment is that my tank seems full, my spiritual tank. Feeling so lucky to have been called to all the things that have occured over the last four years. I was just a guy trying to mind his own business in the beginning and now there is this freakin movie to contend with. Hmm, how did all that happen?

Last night I watched a TED talk about these two friends that did the Camino recently. They had been friends since kids and grew up together. One gets a degenerative disease leaving him with almost no physical capabilities although his mind is on fire. His loving family cares for him at home which is all very cozy but all of a sudden he has this “calling” to “walk” the Camino de Frances. So, somehow his loving boyhood friend gets on board with the idea and they do all the prep which includes buying a superduper specialized wheelchair. And off they go to St Jean to cross the Pyrenees. It very soon becomes apparent that it is impossible for the pair of them to do this trip as envisioned. But what happens Caminoheads?

You know exactly what happens if you think about it one second. The pilgrims at hand help them each day, all the way, all the Way, across. Of course they do, that’s what they/we do, right? You and I would have in a heartbeat if we were there that day, that week, that month. The pair were so taken by this.

At the base of O’Cebario pilgrims camped waiting for them to arrive and they literally carried him and the wheelchair, a 250 pound package, over the damn mountain. People dropped out and others took their places as they slowly went up and over. I’m weeping. Of course that is what happened, right? We could easily been present that day, actually we were present that day in some mystical way, all a part of the flow of pilgrims.

I’m back. The March winds just came up and major gusts caused a certian brief amount of havoc around the yard here. My Rebecca and I out in the wind and rain getting things under control. Things that we thought had clear definitions suddenly turned into kites. Got my wet clothes off and now the sun comes out an hour later.

OK, gang have to go pack. Alperfect I guess, love, Felipe.