There Were About Fifty Of Us Attending

The venue was just an old hallway before.

I am so fortunate to have witnessed this very special event. I can’t stop smiling. It was incongruous to the max. Whose idea was it anyway? Did they know that they were inspiring me so? Here I am with time to “kill” between chemo treatment and showing up for my event at 5 and what should happen? Outrageous!

Let me calm down. There was a wedding performed here at the Swedish Cancer Institute Treatment Center, right before my eyes. I am so amazed and delighted. I am here watching happy young people eating cake and sipping what appears to be sparkling cider. Well you can’t have everything.

We are finding joy in a new way here in the very heart of the beast. Just who said that there couldn’t be a full blown real wedding here were you would least expect it. Oh, maybe that wasn’t sparkling cider after all; they are all laughing and giggling so. We are all higher than kites.

But alas I must go and address business. What a day. Thank you Jessika and Danna for being part of it so far. And thank you newly weds. Off we go down the Camino.

Congratulations to all loves, Felipé.

8 thoughts on “There Were About Fifty Of Us Attending”

  1. Well, isn’t THAT just a free ice cream cone of unexpected joy? Made ME happy just to hear about it!
    Thanks for sharing that one.

  2. This is totally in tune with Camino events and Advent, right? The most joy often comes from the least expected and most humble spaces…like a stable in a small town or the arrival of a pilgrim one thought was far ahead already.

    1. Mary ~ yes, thanks for putting it is context for us. It was one part of my day that seemed like a month’s worth of stuff. Miss you. Felipe.x

  3. “Go and love one another”… wasn’t just that what was said? I don’t recall there were any restrictions as of where or when (not even how… :))

    Love Love,
    Cris

    1. Cris ~ true but it was such a creative idea and an extraordinary service for us the onlookers. I heard of it an hour beforehand and had to ask three times, “A what is happening at the treatment center?” The place of dread produces a miracle. It was very inspirational for Felipé. Wish you were here is what people used to write on postcards. And thanks for the one you guys sent! Felipé.x

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