Dangerous Barrettes Part Two was a blogpost from Good Friday 2017, ancient history in the uncharted jungle of Caminoheads. Catalina our good friend and art historian wizard is bravely reading her way through past material and searching for nuggets of Camino wisdom in there. I am sure that she will find some good stuff but it is mixed in with so much flotsam and jetsam of daily life.

It would have been beneficial for this kind of a search if I would have put posts in categories as is possible. But two things seemed to have hindered me from doing that over the five years and two thousand posts. One was that it took all of my concentration to produce the content and I didn’t want to get distracted from that. And two it was all so subjective and I had no idea where things were going as time progressed. If I had the time and energy it would be possible for me to go back and do that now I suppose.

Anyway, Catalina seems undaunted in her quest. The purpose of all this rigmarole is to write a chapter about Phil’s Camino for her new book. This has been in the works for a while and the deadline is coming up so hopefully we will be reading all about it soon.

But the phrase “Dangerous Barrettes” brings back memories of time in the chemo chair and writing the blog from there on Wednesday or Friday mornings during my scheduled times for infusions. Writing from the hospital is tough because I would try to be upbeat with my post and the place just isn’t generally conducive to that. But I would look hard to report something that was positive and interesting. Maybe the weather was doing something interesting out the window. Maybe there was a Seattle Seahawks flag flying in the distance. Maybe there was a fat little hummingbird hanging around trying to winter over just like I was trying to get by. Maybe someone would say something that would spark an idea or it would come from a book or magazine that I was reading. It was a challenge to come up with something in that sterile environment. But in this case two nurses were walking by my chair gabbing away about something non work related when one used that phrase “dangerous barrettes”. A least I think that is what I think she said and it was quirky enough to catch my attention and inspire me. You never know where an idea will come from.

OK, good luck to Catalina then as she journeys through our Caminoheads territory. Enter at your own risk, right?

at your own risk loves, Felipé.