Here are three ferns in the woods along Phil’s Camino. One is dead and broken from last season. But two are fresh and new and unfolding on this Easter morn!
Yes Roncesvalles, siree Bob, what a stretch that is! I am thinking that is where our pilgrims Catherine and Dana are at this very moment as it is 1720 there Spanish time and they left St John this morning. Oh baby, that is some place for body, mind and spirit to be.
Here I sit eating breakfast of fresh eggs from C and D’s chickens. And we have a beautiful bottle of French wine that we are going to celebrate with when they get back to the neighborhood. Gals you are in our thoughts and prayers, today, right now!
So, the other major happening is that it is Easter morn and a heavy load has been lifted from us. Just like getting to a meal and bed at Roscevalles where we are too tired to care for ourselves and these gifts are there for us. Be thankful, love, Felipe.
He is risen, as he said! Happy and Blessed Easter to you and Your Rebecca, Phil. This week is the Music Marathon for choir singers but the priests and parishioners showered us with praise and we do love to make a joyful noise, so it’s alperfect.
Love,
Mary Margaret
Mary Margaret ~ so great to hear from you, somehow I thought we had lost you. Stuff happens, you know sinkholes, stuff like that. Anyway, here you are on Easter, what a treat. I’m glad to hear that you are alperfect there. Hey, any news from Sherif? We need him to orbit in on us. OK, all I got to say is keep out of trouble will ya. Love, Felipe.