This phrase “The Intrepid Little Flower” popped up yesterday when I was writing. It seems appropriate when thinking about my experience living with cancer. I am just a little plant growing in a crack in the concrete doing what I can. And to actually flower is a joyful experience.
Just yesterday I saw two little blue flowers right together each on a stem less than an inch long. The whole thing was miniature and easily missed by the hurried traveler. Then last evening I returned to look for them and the stairs where they were growing had been cleaned and they were gone. Yea. Makes a guy want to carry a camera.
Ah, one of my adorable nurses just told me she is going to do the Camino next month. And she just saw Phil’s Camino last evening so she is getting pumped. And I am pumped up just hearing about it. I M getting high just thinking about her going. So happy trip and godspeed to her and her group. “Buen Camino!” I think is the phrase.
At the hospital today because of the holiday yesterday my usual day. And the sun is out so brightly. Will be done in maybe two hours. So much stuff to do back at the ranch most involving beating back the jungle.
Time to go. Fun being with you, Felipe.