(captured on FaceBook)
OK, now that we have dealt with the reptilian intrusion we can move on with Number Seven of our Pilgrim Beatitudes. Geez, of all the crazy things! OK, here’s #7:
Blessed are you pilgrim when you don’t have words to give thanks for everything that surprises you at every twist and turn of the way.
Whoa, does that include marauding crocodiles? Well, I don’t know about that but surprises are still with us, right? I guess we just need eyes to see. If we don’t see it we will easily pass it by. Until finally it trips us up perhaps.
OK, I have to go for today. Let me try and remember surprises from the Camino for tomorrow. It seems like a long time ago now but maybe it is all the stuff that has happened since that filled up that time so fully.
after while crocodile loves, Felipé.
Hola Felipe! What spoke to me in that beatitude was the concept of ‘don’t have words to give thanks’ which I am finding happens more often in recent years, maybe since I walked the Camino. No words is more often a working solution.
It might have been falling in love with people along the Way who didn’t speak English – it didn’t matter, we communicated on some other level.
It might be the seemingly increased use of unkind language I heard in my last few years in the States.
It might be just getting older and finally learning to just breath life.
Ronaldo ~ yes, yes and more yes. Felipé.x