Annie wrote to say even though I post great material from others she likes my stuff best. Well, that is roughly what she said. Nice, thanks my dear.

We will get to my writing which I described to her as “dragging up something from my funky donkey being.” But I want to dovetail (woodworking term, a strong wellmade piece of joinery) that with what the beautiful Kathleen Hirsh beautifully wrote and I featured yesterday. Here is a piece of it (reread it and tattoo it somewhere for tomorrow and the next day):

It’s God all over again — the good that has been everywhere known through the strange power of the miraculous, a radical change in reality’s rules, in surprise, in bread or disease, in dreams of angels, in burning bushes. It is God teaching the supreme lesson: healing is, first and foremost, a spiritual act.

We are always standing in the gap; we just don’t often see it as clearly as we do today. It is the gap of possibility. To those whose worlds have just been demolished, that insight may feel like a theological nicety. But Easter teaches that nothing is ever truly lost to us. The hard part of the lesson is that what has been lost won’t return in its original form. Healing and growth reside in our accepting this.

Healing is about moving into a new life, not hanging back in the old one. “Home” is not behind us; home is not in front of us. It is in our midst, in the present moment. Here. Now.

Man, I want to loll around in that! Her writing is so beautiful and concise. It is almost too easy just reading it. Somehow I have been privileged to have seen this from the mud of my Camino. Literally I am speaking, somehow I was privileged to see it the hard way. The way that it came to me, with such effort and discomfort, that I just couldn’t miss it, couldn’t possibly miss it! (I’m crying my eyes out).

I tried to explain the state of being “beyond normal” with I don’t know how much success. Those of us “knocked off our horses” can’t spend the time and energy trying to find it and mount it again. That stallion is long gone. Our quest to find a new normal is, well, a pedestrian move. Somehow I skipped this step or it was minimal, amazingly. Somehow in a flash it occured to me to “get beyond” and the phrase and the quest to be “beyond normal” came into being. It is “the gap of possibility”.

And this is why Kathleen words are so powerful for me, right now. They express what came out of the mud for me. They are very refined and pure compared to my funky donkey version but of the same gold. Thank you God, thank you Kathleen, thank you Annie and thank you You. Love, Felipe.