(photo from S Tamim El Naggar)
There is Sherif our Caminoheads Egypt Bureau Chief. He was our constant companion on the Camino in 2014. I am always trying to pry more pics out of him as he is a wonderful photographer.
And there was news from Ron our Caminoheads Spain Bureau Chief. A tornado went through the Astorga area several days ago. Here is his report:
“We are fine, and from what I can see and have heard in the news only some roof tiles and some trees were damaged.
It has been a few days of these ‘tormentas’ (thunder storms) that would be really unpleasant to be walking in, but we see pilgrims out there every day.”
We are thankful that damage seems minimal and that everyone is OK. These kind of phenomenon are so fickle, you never know. Those pilgrims out there will have stories to tell!
Out walking this morning and there is sex in the air. It is hard to go anywhere and not have this or that fragrance of the blooms of the day. Bees are abuzzing too which follows. The blackberries, hawthorn and roses are seas of blooms. It is all happening out there.
Well, off I go. Have energy work with Janet and then lettering up the last of the bandanas. Busy, busy.
abuzzing loves, Felipé.
(photo R Graves)
Hola Felipe, Sherif, Ron, Cris, et al !
Felipe, you often rattle the universe a bit with your musings. A Hail Storm here in Iowa, a tornado (tornado, really!!) in Astorga, a hurricane in the Carolinas, and probably some unreported earthquakes in far off places!
The dream theme (you like that? I thought so 😉 ) has infected the lot of us as well. My Cathy had to physically shake me awake last night as I was in the “fight or flight” mode of an unexplainable dream. There were apparently some choice expletives being robustly bellowed that are certainly not part of the norm. Cris can probably tell me what it means, but that will have to wait till the Oasis. Thankfully, I was able to return to sleep, but poor Cathy was shook up enough that sleep failed her.
I was much pleased at the very joyful and satisfactory Father’s Day you experienced. Mine also was as good as can be imagined. Being a husband and father and grandfather is a never-ending gift.
Another of my USMC brothers was laid to rest today, in the beautiful hills of Arlington National Cemetery. I would love to have been there with his other Airedale comrades, but it wasn’t meant to be. My closest friend from the beginning of my Officer Candidate School, and The Basic School also is on the waiting list for internment there. He passed away in December, along with apparently a lot of our other aging comrades from our days wearing the Eagle, Globe and Anchor.
I don’t thank you enough for your steadfast efforts in providing us with your daily Blog. It is a necessary staple of this farmer’s life. Blessings on you for doing it.
Semper Fi,
PFJ
PFJ ~ wow, you just have so much action packed stuff crammed in there. I know, this dream wave is washing over us. What can we learn? And the burial of your friends is heavy duty. I pray for strength for you. The storm batters against our bulwarks. Love you man! That’s the first time I’ve ever said that to a Marine Officer but here we are. PFF.