We had a great walk yesterday morning. The weather was gorgeous and two couples showed up to do it. Richard and Susan were here after a year’s sabbatical, great to see them. And also Jim and Jen who are more or less regulars. And Jen is so excited because she has had a dream over night and both Richard and I were in it. And of course she couldn’t wait to tell us. That was amazing that we were both there randomly. Coincidence?

But on the way out of the house earlier I was hurrying because I was late and had pulled on my boots without tying them. And I got about half way out to the rock pile and felt something unusual about my right boot. It was like there was a crease in my sock where it wasn’t flat or something. Oh bother. Should I just lace up and tie up and go on or should I take the time to check it out? So, I decide to look and what is in there but my favorite, my red glass bead rosary. Oh.

This flashed me back to the Camino where I walked for a while on my glasses til I figured that out. Geez! But the rosary showed up unexpectedly as a reminder to us I guess that Mother Mary remains close by.

The whole walk was pleasant break from from my wrestling with my maladies. The present good news is that I am receiving some welcome relief from the visit to the chiropractor. He has begun to loosen things up in my back and neck and my muscles are much relaxed and I have more movement. Progress is welcome! I have an appoint next week to continue.

Hopefully the brain scan on Monday will, prove to be clear of problems. We might be racking up this headache episode to being a blogging injury. Funny huh, well sort of? Just like the rosary had a precursor with the glasses in the Crocs on the Camino these headaches have an earlier relative. Let me explain. Several years ago I found myself in the Emergency Room at Swedish Hospital thinking that I was having a stroke. And of course that turned into a big deal as those things do. But really after all the root problem was found to be my habitually crossing of my legs while blogging for hours everyday, pinching a nerve behind my knee. And now it looks like my current problem may have it’s roots in the way I have habitually propped my head up while blogging on the red leather couch. Yike, blogging injuries, who would have thought?

So, life goes on, through thick and thin and it appears that Mother Mary wants us to know that she is close by always.

Friday loves, Felipé.