(source unknown)
Dear Caminoheads,
Yesterday something went wrong and the post didn’t come up… I also promised to call a VIP and couldn’t make it, and also the roof of the parking lot of our building was blown away by a strong wind. Yeap. We also had the fire. Oh, and did I say a guy smashed my car a couple weeks ago after 6 years without a single scratch? Yeap. Sometimes just life gets entangled.
But, what I was going to post yesterday is something The Boss wrote. Something I told him when I read the blog book truly touch me. And when I read his poem we posted a few days ago, and I thought of my arrival to Santiago, and read the comments from Michelle, Nancy, Steve-O, Catherine, Robbi, and all…I thought of this post too.
Enjoy. Reflect. Love.
Little gifts are coming at me. I am doing my best to catch them and to examine them and be thankful for each. These are realizations resulting from seeing my surroundings, physical and otherwise, from new viewpoints, new perspectives, I think.
Remember when we were walking and we were in the middle of nowhere, and we were in that stage between pain earlier and tiredness later. That’s right, the giddy stage. We had mastered pain for the time being and we still had plenty of energy left to walk and learn about each other. We talked and we had time and we explored each other. Is that sounding too weird to say?
Somehow in that process I was not only hearing your story but magically I became your story. And maybe you became my story, I don’t know for sure. I was seeing things through your eyes is maybe a more conventional way to say it but it was stronger than that. It was more than an intellectual understanding. And maybe when one does this with enough people you just get the ability to lose yourself which I think is what I am experiencing now.
And this is part of being a Caminohead, don’t you think? And maybe part of the reason I think so much of you. SJA, Phil.
Love all
Cris
Chris- I have been meaning to mention this to you: I have so much appreciation for you, that you have kept the blog going. I think it must take a lot of effort, to tend attend to it, or to tend to it as you do, like a garden…a little every day. And it is clear that you have even prioritized it amidst many other fairly serious distractions. And this bit of writing that you just reposted about little gifts…I am drinking it in now, sitting at my desk at work…taking a dreamy moment to absorb bits of the experiences that so transformed my dad, and all of you. I truly cherish all of it.
Maybe it doesn’t go without saying: dad, you who tended the garden of the blog every day from the beginning, I have cherished every insight you have shared. It has been a huge gift to have this window into your lovely mind.
Tesia said it all.
Perfectly.
Thank you.