A November Saturday.

At the Veranda.

Could that just be enough please. No parades or hooplas necessary, just ordinary time, thank you. The power is on, always a semi miracle or at least mentionable in November. The wood stove is cranking out btu’s. Kind of hungry for lunch is my only need.

Back from my Bible Guys and had a good meeting. We have a guest who is giving us a three week class about the Arc of the Covenant. Personally I am trying hard to keep up with it. My knowledge and understanding of things Old Testament is shaky at best. But these are the roots of our Christian faith and worthy of study. Just that I have a long way to go, need the “for dummies” book. There is an idea worth checking out.

So now I have to think about my afternoon at the ranch. Mostly lately it is about raking leaves and getting them corralled and moved. This is a major November project but the end is in sight as our trees are just about bare.

We have some company for a few days, one of My Rebecca’s cousins is here from the other Washington. So that’s been fun.
Unusual to have guests this late in the season but she is a hardy soul.

That was fun yesterday, the post of William’s Camino. Amazing the he did it silently. I never thought about that before. Is there some historic precedent for that? William help us out here.

OK. off I go. Help us out loves, Felipé.

6 thoughts on “A November Saturday.”

  1. Good Day Felipé,
    The final instruction, that came from within,was to walk in silence. I was never told why. I simply did what I was told. The results, I’m still working on.

    Maybe I have just got to learn to let go and Trust…………….

    Here are a few words i took from the internet.
    There is a time in life to make a pilgrimage. Let’s pack up some belongings, and set out on a path hoping to get a glimpse of what life is all about. There are many pilgrimages with footsteps for us to follow. Pilgrims walk to the mouth of the Ganges in India, circle Mount Kailash in Tibet, or trek toward an ancient chapel in Spain. The pilgrimage calls us to leave modern life and journey into the wilderness of a remote countryside. After enduring lots of weather, tired feet, and spectacular nature, there is inner peace to find and more.
    Regardless which type of inner pilgrimage we make, the inner journey is full of discovery of self and no self. Who are we when identity ends and just awareness rises? The unplugging plugs us into new territory, an inner terrain where nothing is everything, awareness is beauty, an amazing adventure with no boundaries or limit. In a great humility of simple being we want to absorb this essence of goodness, love, joy that is our awareness. Getting out of our routine, traveling into foreign lands is to find a greater landscape, the ground of our potentiality. Making a silent retreat is to make a pilgrimage that can change our life.

    1. William ~ so it was an intuitive calling to do the silent walk. You have sparked some conversation with this. Felipé.

  2. Dear friends,

    I can relate to this passage William found… In my experience, the Camino was “a call”. It was not something I planned… Yes I did have this meeting with the Camino when I was around 16 at mass, but then, I don’t know how it came back to my mind like 20 years later. And by then, it was a call, something I had to do, no to question. And it has certainly been the best decision I took in my life so far.

    I agree that we do have something going on here… once more, there is an opening to talk, even when it is about silence… but at the same time, it is about listen, as the calls are often so soft, that we may just miss it…

    Missing my chatty Camino friends and my silent hosts from Vashon Island!

    Wordy and Silent Loves,
    Cris

    1. Cris ~ all good right? William is a good addition to our conversation around here don’t you think? Felipé.x

  3. On a lighter note, about raking leaves. Reminds me of a plaque I had in my kitchen when my children were young:
    Cleaning the house while your children are growing
    Is like shoveling the walk while it’s still snowing!
    Same for fall leaves?
    Here in the west, the leaves get wet, but I remember as a kid jumping into a big pile 🍁

    1. Henriette ~ No shovels in heaven, well, and rakes. I just made that up, pretty good, huh? See you Tuesday. Felipé.x

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