Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour; . . .
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages . . .

Yes! The trail is open! Like Chaucer, let us walk, and tell our tall tales yet again.
Excelsior! Ever onward!

That’s what Henriette put in the Comments yesterday, yea! This is what we are talking about! On the move again with fresh perspectives after our long hibernation. On the move again in a robust way, not tentatively but whole heartedly. Searching for the grace to smooth out our beginning stumblely steps. It might not be the prettiest thing around but it’s ours and we are immensely happy with it.

“Left a good job in the city…”, is the opening line of Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival. We somehow need to get beyond those two dimensional rewards of that “good job in the city”. We long for a chance to taste something authentic, something we can hang our hat on. There is that something about that song that has always attracted me. Like me as a kid seeing those huge V’s of Canada geese flying high high about our two dimensional suburban neighborhood and me asking how do they get to do that? Like the saying, “running away with the circus” I am attracted. Like when first getting an idea of what pilgrimage might be like as in “Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages…”.

Yup, here we are, Springtime 2020! It is one of those very unique times. We will always remember the feel of it. Yes, we need to grieve our losses but one of these days we will have to start making meaning. What will come out of that?

Walking in a minute. It is a beautiful morn, not a cloud, it has already “pierced (me) to the rote”.

come by when you get a chance loves, Felipé.