Dawns

My poor Camino map that I carried and then Catherine carried across.
(photo P Volker)

Number 3: When you contemplate the Camino and discover it is full of names and dawns.

Sometimes these ten truths seem so transparent and sometimes they are so mysterious. This one uses the word “contemplate” and it lays a certain mysterious tone over it from the get go. Just in general when do we here in the twenty first century contemplate anything. We are way too busy and our time too valuable to do that kind of old fashioned stuff. But this is the Camino we are taking about and we have already “slowed down” physically at least for a time and we have seen the benefits of “slowing down” in our philosophy, in our being.

We can do this. We can contemplate the Camino. The names seem to be to me anyway mostly the names of towns and cities. And maybe places that for one reason or another stick out like Cruz de Ferro. Some of those names on the map are towns or were towns at some point. A certain amount were semi piles of stones with an elderly lady selling some berries she had picked or produce she had grown.

Then the dawns. Ah, so many of those. They were like the curtain opening on a play. Each day a new play. Each day a new try, a new facet to see, new questions to ask and answer. Just one job to concentrate on, this one play, not yesterday’s and not tomorrow’s.

today’s loves, Felipé.