We were off to treatment yesterday, Our Jennifer and I. She has been having major challenges with her treatments lately. I have just been cruising along doing the minimum with mine. My nurse said to me that my friendship was doing a lot for Jennifer. And my quick response was “vice versa”. A little glib but true.
Steve-O was in to sit with us and he wanted a drawing lesson and that went well. In that situation the teacher, me, has to give something that is informative and motivational and not too much of a challenge. And in the process tell the student, Sharp Pencil Steve, that there are many ways to skin a cat and not influence his path too much with the old “there is only one way to do things”. There are ways undiscovered yet, right?
So, back to the vice versa, Steve brought along a book of poetry for me. It is Ted Kooser’s “Winter Morning Walks – one hundred post cards to Jim Harrison”. Ted is a wonderful soulful poet that has pieces in The New Yorker and other mags, and in Poet Laureate of something or other. And he had or has a correspondence of longstanding with the Jim Harrison in the title. For a while they would write too each other in haiku, which seems borderline kinky but cool. So, these poems, WMW’s, were written and put on post cards and sent off to this same dude. A hundred were chosen for this book. And this book has given me the idea that maybe I should try my hand at this kind of thing. My Rebecca calls it free verse.
Here is one, the last one in the book:
March 20
How important it must be
to someone
that I am alive, and walking,
and that I have written
these poems.
This morning the sun stood
right at the end of the road
and waited for me.
Yea, he is talking about the visa versa of things. Sister Joyce always stresses this with old Felipe. I thank her for her time with me and she says that she gets something important out of it also. It is the kind of thing that has developed between Annie and myself and Pilgrim Farmer John and myself also beside Jennifer and Steve. And as we attempt to get closer to God we have to remember He loves to see us and gets a kick out of us I think, the ultimate vice versa.
Yup, off to Thursday, thanks for your time with me here at Caminoheads, love as always, Felipe.
Oh yes yes and yes, Felipe! We can’t help ourselves, right!?! We can’t help but hold each other up, walk with each other no matter where we are, and truly and continuously thank God for one another! Lovely! Thank you thank you thank you! Keep the film in your prayers, we are tidying it up and sending over to Laura next. She is the composer, who will bring her talents, creativity and heart to this beautiful project. She was divinely chosen, just like the rest of us. We can’t help ourselves! Love love love you, (and by ‘you’ I mean you, Phil, and every single person who reads this! Yes, you, too!)
Annie
Annie ~ how lucky we are to have each other! But it is more than luck too. We both were involved with things Camino long before we met, you longer than I. And we somehow got together because of an awake middle man, My Rebecca. I guess networking happens. We can’t help ourselves.
This is great having you give us an update on the progress of the documentary. I think it would be great if you could give us here at Caminoheads an occasional, weekly or monthly progress report. There is some exciting news coming up with the film festivals. You have some spare time, right?
But the whole vice versa topic is a good one. Thanks to Sister Joyce on keeping that in the forefront. And thanks to you Annie for being you and doing all you do. Really, really, really! Love you, walk me home, Felipe.