Dear Caminoheads,

Have you ever listened to that piece of music by Mark O’Connor? It is one of my favorites pieces from the album The Essentials by Yoyo Ma, in fact, I might say that the whole 2 CDs (oh boy, I am old!!!) are my favorites… or maybe it is just that I love all about Yoyo Ma. In any case, I thought about this piece today, just because I took the day off work without planning and I ended having a full day out (outside my apartment, outside work, outside the screen of my work computer, outside my phone…)

You see, I had to go to downtown Buenos Aires for an appointment very early in the morning, and when it was time to come back home, the city was overtaken by political protests and I got caught up in them -both stuck in traffic and in the intense anger of these people- and at a point, it looked as if I was not going to make it home until Friday!!! well… maybe I am exaggerating… but surely not on time and in conditions to make it for a reasonable day of work…

So, I ended calling my boss by 10 AM and said that I needed to breathe, and he suggested that I took the day off, so I did. And the day was beautiful, sunny (after like a week of rain), cool but spring like, so I decided to get a present for my nephews and post them in the mail for the boys, and go for lunch outside in the reliable place of my neighborhood, and go for a walk in the surrounding blocks, and then call the lady that was my secretary in my practice (when I used to practice) and invited her for a coffee, and had a great chat. And I ended spending the whole day outside… I came back home around 7 PM…

When I called my boss, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe… and I guess he knew it anyway, as I have had three crazy days this week already… and it was great to hear his support today… and how he knew that what I needed today was an unexpected day “off” and “out”…

I think it is just fair now to go, get a shower, and play Mark O’Connor’s “Butterfly’s Day Out” piece, in the version he plays with Yoyo Ma and Edgar Meyer… (By the way, have you listened to “The Goat Rodeo Sessions”? It is another of my favorite albums…)

All the emotions in one day Loves,

Cris

 

Dear Caminoheads,

Today wasn’t different than yesterday if measured by the craziness of the day. Another day running in circles, and when it looks as if things get closer to the path they should take, a wind comes and there they are, blowing away in a new direction…

 

Someone told me today that I was frustrated because I was paying too much attention… and this made me think about my attitude when doing my hand-laundry in the Camino. For some unthoughtful reason, I purposely bought 2 white t-shirts and 1 black t-shirt to take to the Camino. Let me tell you, my first lesson learned was that white T-shirts are not a good choice for the Camino.

My second lesson learned was that when doing hand-laundry, I was very much aware of the dirt and spots, and my unskillful hand-laundry technique. As soon as I would put the T-shirt in water, I would see all the places I had left spots the previous day, and which were the ones that the T-shirt had acquired during the day. At the end of the Camino, white my T-shirts were ready to be burnt -if not because I had to keep one to wear, as that was all I had-.

It looks as if it is a good thing to note the spots in our T-shirts, and to recognize how short we fall at doing hand-laundry… maybe I should have not burnt my white T-shirt in Finisterre…

Take me back to the Camino Loves,

Cris

Dear Caminoheads,

Ahhhhhh! Let me tell you, if yesterday I felt as if I was run over by a truck, today I feel as if the truck has come backwards and ran over me again! Crazy day… busy, but mostly crazy… I will write some more about the craziness of life at the moment once things settle… assuming they will settle… (SIGH!!!)

In the middle of the busyness, I have been unable to organize… that contributes to the “craziness” of the days… I am usually pretty organized and have things “under control”, but lately, time has become a bully. It seems it is always short, or that it passes so fast and I have more to do than what fits in my day… so lots of things have accumulated… and some of them feel embarrassingly simple to handle, yet they get undone…

For example, I have read every single comment, and reflected in many of them; yet I haven’t been able to reply to them yet (truth to be told, I did reply to them… in my mind!). At times, it has to do with screen time… I spend too many hours in front of the computer at work and reading things, that when the opportunity to log off comes, I jump at it… but I think I could do it just setting up a time in the day to do it! (I see The Boss nodding!!!!!!!!!!)

I also need to figure out why the font of the posts change in the middle of them… It is very weird as I do not do anything as I type and all seems ok… yet the mind of the blog comes alive from time to time and makes posts look odd, as yesterday’s… Go figure…! I might need to call pre-teen and teen nephews to fix this… they will probably roll their eyes and fix it with a click…

Oh well… now, that I have made public my to-do list, I feel like saying that “On Monday, I am starting the diet”… and I hope to have all of you accountable of my actions… giving me “the look” if I grab cake for breakfast!!!

Modern life Loves,

Cris

Dear Caminoheads,

Oh Monday… does everyone feel at the end of Monday as if you were run over by a truck? I do. Mondays I end exhausted, even when it is Wednesday when I have the craziest of the days at work…

Anyway, what I wanted to write about today is the poem… actually, not the poem but the name of book where the poem is in. The book is called “Everyone at this party has two names”. I read this title when I was looking for the poem and found it funny. And like the poem, it kept in my mind going in circles -tailgating-. Isn’t it the truth? Don’t we all have two names?

The Boss here is an example: Phil is the Engineer; Felipe is the poet. John Conway is the Marine, PFJ is our farmer pilgrim friend. .. we are us within us, we are the two people who seem to be running in opposite directions, and fueled by different dreams, but living this one life.

And this took to remember another poem that I read for the first time in English in 2013, even when it was a poem from a Spanish writer published a year before I was born; this translation is from Robert Bly…

Dear Caminoheads,

I have been intrigued and enchanted by this poem I posted yesterday since the first time I encountered it. The title of the poem, “What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade,” has a great sense of humor in it, doesn’t it? — the idea that any teacher would teach 9 or 10-year-olds how to chant the Psalms while taking cigarette breaks is fantastic.  But it speaks to the strong sense of a person feeling that they missed out. How could any of these things be wrapped into the story of a life? This poem invites, I think, to look back to the story of our own life and to reflect, where were the times when I felt with no ground under my feet, when I didn’t know what to do, when I felt that nobody told me that this would be happening, and not only did nobody tell me, but nobody prepared me to know how to survive the fact that I wouldn’t know what to do.

This poem imagines that there was a moment that this all was taught, it is just that we missed the class. But even in that imagination, we were absent from that day so we probably had to teach ourselves all of these things.

How? Well, to me, the Camino was the way where I learned a lot of these things. Clearly, not to chant the Psalms while taking cigarette breaks, but for sure, I learned ways to remember my grandfather’s voice (this happened specifically in Ponferrada, while eating “pimientos de padron”), how not to feel lost in the dark (when despite the darkest hour just before the dawn, there were still yellow arrows), that I have enough (I think this is THE lesson), that I am is a complete sentence (well, this is also THE lesson!!!!), how not to squirm for sound when my own thoughts is all I hear, and it also taught me the most important math lesson: that hundreds of questions and feeling cold and all those nights spent looking for whatever it was that I lost are part of who I am also. And it is perfectly ok.

Maybe the author has no clue what the Camino is, but I bet Mrs Nelson does!!!!

Lessons learnt loves,

Cris

Greetings from the Heartland,

I’m honored to be able to return to the Friday Fill-In role for Phil’s Blog.

My “theme” came easily, as I recalled the oh-so-pleasant events of our recent Oasis. The presentation to our Leader, Felipe, of the Civil War era General’s “cover” (Thank you again and always, Ryck!) was done in a loving and light-hearted manner. But at the heart of it was the fourth “C” in Phil’s self-proclaimed identity. That “C” is Corps. As in, US Marine Corps. This “C” fits well with Catholicism “Strong Faith” and Corn “Sustenance”, while providing a bulwark to the Cancer “Life’s Enemy”. In Phil’s words, it all goes together in there.

That was one of the key elements in the quick mutual attraction between Farmer Felipe and Pilgrim Farmer John. The Corps has very often been described as a “Brotherhood”, notwithstanding the excellent and valuable contribution of the Women Marines, both historically and now. [I have a granddaughter in the third year of her USMC ROTC training, so I know of which I speak!] To discover Felipe and I not only shared the Brotherhood, but did so at the same time, and for a short period at least, unbeknown to either of us, we were in the same place doing it! There is an immediate mutual rapport, knowing without saying that we experienced the same trials. The accomplishments, though seemingly minor, have an outsized effect on how we looked at ourselves then, and still do now. The Few and the Proud, is truly more than an advertising jingle.

So to have an opportunity to briefly revisit that memory-shrouded landscape of our mutual past, and snap a USMC perfect salute to the Man whose leadership is General Worthy, created a vividly sharp image that will remain ingrained with us forever.

The Oasis truly did provide some out-sized, mind-bending, soul-enriching moments for us all. I’m so Blessed that we could all share in it together.

Semper Fidelis,

Pilgrim Farmer John

We had a fire in the apartment above mine. A trouble-maker neighbor that put at least 21 others in danger.

Dear Caminoheads,

Well, yes, that just happened. The firemen, police, paramedics, civil guard, were all here, interacting with us all. Fortunately and very luckily, we are all safe, and the damage was limited to the apartment (where we have a tenant that has made our life impossible since March 2020, when he moved in… ) In occasions like this, you realize how much you depend on the kindness of the other, and how much our lives are in the hands of the others. For these dangerous reasons and for the kindest of the reasons.

Some of us, who are always the same 4 or 5, led the evacuation and took care of the priorities. Instinctively, I called my neighbor in the 5th who is 37 weeks pregnant and checked where she was. All of this while my neighbor from the 3rd floor was handing over me his 1 and a half year old baby (who was a champ!!!), meanwhile I was knocking like crazy the door of my 96 years old neighbor, and leading everybody to the door.

After this, I realized that I still remember the instructions: first pregnant women, children and the elderly. And how we can just act instinctively and all we care about is to make sure that we are all safe; it doesn’t help that just some are safe, but how important it is to know that ALL of us are.

As my heart gets back to rhythm, my phone has been ringing and I have been writing too, everybody thanking for the courage, the help, the kindness, the “togethernessing”, the neighbor spirit. Definitely, we don’t need situations like this to realize that we live in community and that we need the others, but these situations make you realize that no man is an island, and that none of us would survive in our own. And the other thing is: how good one feels when we have been able to help the others.

Off to a shower, pajamas and hot tea. TG(tomorrow)IF!!!!

Would you be my neighbor? Loves,

Cris

Dear Caminoheads,

Yesterday were news from the ranch too, but I had a long day and couldn’t keep the consistency with the title of the post! Today, we have again news from the ranch, The Boss has kindly requested:

hi.  would you please put this short video link up on the blog.  It was sent in by Caminohead Sherie Richards.  Felipé.x

As we said here, we are the vassals, the Bordier Collies, so here I am, putting the video link up in the blog!

https://www.livegodspeed.org/watchgodspeed-cover

BC loves,

Cris

I was out in the corn and I was strangely and heavily feeling the passing of the prime time for the Sugar Buns variety, our first and early corn.  And the next our Bodacious variety was traveling in that fatal direction.   I had been there in that position many times before and here I was strangely moved and mourning.  It and I were on a transition.

But on a different tack I was having a conversation with Catherine and Annie a few days ago.  I was talking about the Caminoheads Bureau Chiefs and my words came out the Caminoheads Boarder Collies, crazy right?   Yea, it has the same opening letters.  Yea, that type of dog represents a strong gathering force which we see majorly in the Camino and at Caminoheads.   I am going to blame the whole thing on the Spirit.   So what do you think, can we try it?

Felipé.

Posted by Cris on behalf of Felipe/Phil/The Boss/The General