Intergalactic broccoli! Make room for strange veggies.
Yea, I have to admit that my personal Camino has been a little rough lately. And I know that is the way it is and I need to be present, keep walking and it will flatten out again. Right, that is the way it is set up, that nothing lasts forever. Laura says that we need Patience (always capitalized now). I have to quit kicking the Coke machine looking for faster results. So look back to October 23rd to see the post about the Coke machine appearing out of the fog if you have forgotten.
So, yesterday, my stars were really lined up I guess, and a great day appeared out of nowhere. The trail flattened out for the time being and I had a great time with great people. Yea, the old great people thing again. We need to hold each other close as it is amazing how much good influence we can exert on each other.
So, it started out with a Skype with Gracie in London. It was a short one because I needed to run off to Seattle for my big chemo treatment day. She is such a Sweetheart and never fails to get me going. Then at the hospital my doctor, the receptionists, the schedulers and the bevy of great nurses never fail to give me the chuckles. So, I got about five hours in a comfy chair while the strange chemicals go coursing into my 175 pounds. But I always bring stuff to do and drink coffee and take advantage of the time to work on the blog or work on a book or try to flag down a nurse that has computer savvy to get some free advice. Then I get done at 4:30 and jet out of their to beat the worst of the afternoon rush.
So far so good, right? So I get to the ferry and I get to cut into the line because I have a pass from the hospital (special depensation). And who do I run into but my old hunting buddy John who is incredibly talented as a writer, song writer, musician and other stuff. He is our resident fisherman poet who I never get to spend enough time with. So I got a half an hour to do just that. And he starts telling me about his latest song that he wrote about Ebola. Only John could pull something like this off tastefully. So that was great checking in with him.
So, I make it home and Rebecca has whittled out some great looking tapas which I characterized as rugged and she laughed. She laughs a lot. And she brought this strange new veggie home see pic. I’m calling it Intergalatic Broccoli. It has the most amazing geometry based on the spiral. And some try to tell us that there is no God.
So we have venison in mushroom sauce by Rebecca and a glass of red and the phone rings and it’s another of my favorite people who like John the fisherman poet, is Stephen the cowboy chef. So, he says, ” Lucky, I just made this deer liver pate and I’m bringing it over so you can check it out. Are you going to be there?” Man, my stars are members of the Indiana University Marching Band.
So, no coincidences right? It’s all in the plan, right? Just have to be Patient and let things unfold, right? Something that we learned on the Way of St James, right? Hold me close, love, Felipe (aka Lucky).