We had the pleasure of dining with Catherine and Dana last evening. Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, kale and I made some cornbread. I love seeing a whole golden brown roast chicken, it has got to be a celebration. What a great occasion but at the same time a simple meal. So great eating over there, a form of sanctuary really. The hospitality is so thick and wide that it makes up for all the chaos and clutter of the day.
We need a constant reminder to hold that space for someone coming. Maybe we don’t know who that is but that doesn’t really matter. We offer hospitality because that is who we are or who we are trying to be. Maybe this blog is a form of hospitality. We organize the space to offer you a place to rest and recharge away from the chaos and clutter. Yea, I like it.
Short and sweet today. I start my day out by having a 9 o’clock walk and have to find my boots. We are back to the mud and the puddles after all the latest few rainy days. We are having a kind of herky jerky escape from winter.
OK, you are the best. Keep smiling. Love, Felipe.
What a beautiful description of hospitality in it’s many forms… I will enjoy meditating on this today.
Hi Michelle. How are things down on the farm? How important is hospitality, right? Still thinking on your farm dinner that you honchoed last summer. That was magical! Felipe.x
Our greatest honor to host you and Rebecca. Let’s do it more often.
Big love and hospitality of the heart.
Dana ~ you guys live this stuff that the rest of us talk about. Thanks so much. Felipe.x
Very well said my friend……..agree wholeheartedly with your thoughts!
Blessings on your day, the Sun just came out!
Nan ~ always thanks for being with us here at Caminoheads. Have a blessed Holy Week and we must get together.
Felipe.x
So beautifully expressed, Felipe. One of my largest lessons on the Camino was how grateful I felt for the smallest acts of hospitality, from people along the route and fellow pilgrims. I remember one morning, it was early and pouring rain, we had taken a wrong turn and were a mile or so off the way. We found a little cafe where we could dry out and get some hot coffee before heading on. The owner of the cafe insisted on driving us down the road where we could rejoin the path. He roused his wife to mind the cafe and loaded us in his tiny car for the drive. An American woman had recently gone missing and he wanted to reassure us that the way was safe, that the Hospitaleros and cafe owners were concerned about us pilgrims and deeply respected our endeavor. It was nothing and it was everything because of the intention with which he offered. We never know when we will need hospitality and as a result feel honored to offer it when we can. It was and always is a pleasure to have you and Rebecca in our home, and as Dana said let’s do it again soon, before its too late for spring nettle risotto. Camino love Felipe.
Catherine, I may have to copy and paste your entire comment into the blog tomorrow. Let me cogitate on your words. Hey, where is the sun anyway? Off to tackle the madroño, Felipe.x