A Quiet Morning

Plum blossoms ready for a big day.
Plum blossoms ready for a big day.

 

Hopefully a quiet morning here at the ranch.  I was just getting back to normal after Austin when Easter struck.  When Easter struck, sounds funny.  Well and FaceBook doesn’t help.  I got started on that recently and I have to keep that under control.  It takes a certain amount of quietude to do my blog and lately I have had a hard time being in that zone.  But maybe today is the day.

It’s gray and foggy out like we are living in a cloud.   Yesterday was beautiful although it was supposed to rain all day and there was rain around us in the distance but we were dry.  This morning according to my weather app it will be dry here.  We are walking at 0900 so have time to write to you and read other blogs.   Everyday Richard Rohr has a piece that continually is awesome, the guy is a powerhouse.  Then Monday morning Terry Hershey, fellow Vashonite, brings Sabbath Moment which is always just what I seem to need.

I am coming up on two years of blogging.   That’s a lot of misspelled words and goofy grammar.  But hopefully it is of some value to you.  I can hear Jennifer in my mind saying, “now don’t go humble on me”.  OK Jennifer, yes it is of great value.  It is an honest reflection of the ups and downs of the Cancer Camino and of life in general in the daily slog.   It throws in some Catholicism, some Spain, some farming, some stories of wonderful people near and far.

It all started when I knew that I was headed to Spain to walk the Camino de Santiago.     So, I am training and buying gear and packing.  I am talking about all this with the nurses at the Cancer Institute and they first suggested writing a blog.  I barely knew what that meant.  But they realized that is exactly what I needed to get my story out and do it without dealing with answering twenty emails per day.

But it it came with frustration.  Learning the ins and outs of the technology for someone born in the wrong century was harrowing.  This was especially true when on the trail and having been baked to a golden brown in the August heat and then trying to type out something coherent.  Fortunately Gracie and others helped me along at the critical points.

Well, I am going to shuffle off to my day’ enough reflections.  Hope that everything is going well for you.  What can we do today to rock the old boat?  Thanks for being here, love, Felipe.