Hiking the Camino is a book by Father Dave Pivonka. I am reading it now, a gift from Sherie from San Diego. It is subtitled 500 Miles With Jesus. This is at least the second trail book that I have read by a priest. Also read one by Nun Rupp from Iowa. I am trying to remember her first name, Joyce maybe, Chemohead me.
When a priest or a nun writes a book about the Camino different things come up. They may start with the same beginning point or stimulus but they wind up going further or to different places than me or you. I suppose that is to be expected. But it is fun and productive to read their thoughts on daily walking.
There was a whole chapter on the daily clothes washing ritual. And that turns into a thoughtful commentary on the Sacrament of Confession or Reconciliation as it is known today. I learned something in that chapter and it is the thing that is salient so far in the book.
This priest, Father Dave, traveled with his whole “priest kit” whatever that is called. He helped celebrate Mass in churches as he went along. See right there the word “celebrate” in conjunction with the word Mass is a good thing that I am learning from him. Felipe just goes to Mass, at least he did in the past. I get “celebrate” and I will use it in the future. But back to Father Dave and him choosing to go with all his gear to function on the trail as he did at home. I have heard of some priests who go under cover, just traveling anonymously or privately maybe.
Ah, then there is Nurse Dave. This is one of my nurses from the treatment center that just finished in Santiago. He had a pic of his Compostela or Camino diploma on FB. I am so proud of him for doing it. I wrote “thank you” to him. Can’t wait to see him in person.
OK, have to go and move some wood before the rain comes. Chilly morning here. Take care dear ones, love Felipe.
I was blessed to share Camino’ing with Fr Ken Domingue, a delightful Cajun from Louisiana. You may remember the Southern Tier Bike Blog session where Cathy and I jumped off the bike trail to go visit him in his home Parish in Louisiana. He was also “full kitted”, and said many a Mass for our little band of brothers and sisters. One of my most memorable was “celebrated” on a picnic table outside our albergue when no one could round up the local “holder of the keys” for the church in the village. Camino at its finest! He and some friends he met on that Camino from New Zealand have just recently completed their second Camino. It calls us all back, PFF!!
I’ve got a little “push rig” for planting corn just like the one you’ve acquired. It works great when the soil is in just the right condition.
Good planting!
SF,,
PFJ
Juan ~ happy anniversary to you and Farmer Cathy big guy, well done. “Camino at it’s finest.” Don’t you just love it when that happens. We didn’t have that tight a deal with a traveling priest but I did my best to find something as often as possible. And the corn planter is pretty cool. I used the one that a favorite farmer of mine used back in the day. He planted 3 acres with that little thing. He was a Japanese-American vet from the famous 442 Combat Regiment. Yea, we’re in the foot steps of giants. Love you man, Felipe.