Hi You All ~ it is definitely the WET season and yes there are encouraging signs of lengthening days. This means that rubber boots are necessary and rain gear bring along. We are keeping our distance as the times call for but it is not ruining our FUN.
Here is our schedule which will hold til the time changes in Spring:
Monday 0900-1000
Tuesday 1530-1630
Thursday 0900-1000
Sunday 1530-1630
Hope to see you at some point, Felipé.
Camino Angels
Much is written in books and on social media concerning Camino Angels, those people that enter our lives along the Camino at exactly the time we have a felt need and they remove it from our ‘worry list.’ Or they leave us with a few words that blossom into just what we need later in our journey. Sometimes these angels disappear once their task is complete, but they may become friends for life.
Many see the Camino we walked as a metaphor for life, in a way we were walking the Camino before we even decided what shoes to wear. You were on it before you even heard of the Camino. And as most agree, it sure doesn’t end in Santiago. So where were the Camino Angels before and after? Well, I’d like to suggest that they were there all along and that we were so occupied by Doing Something that we missed them and their gifts. We weren’t, as they say, “In The Moment.”
If you think back upon your time walking towards Santiago de Compostela and a smile comes to your face I bet you have an Angel story yourself. If so, please pause reading this now and spend a few moments remembering how you felt before and after one of those encounters.
Are you warmed up now? Or didn’t you have such an encounter to recall?
If you are nodding your head “Yes, I know” or are shaking your head “No Way” you both can try this absolutely free treat with no small print attached. The “Yes, I know” people can be on the lookout for someone to be an Angel to, the opportunity is coming your way. Many people find themselves in dire straights due to the changes brought upon us by the events of the last year and are just ripe for an Angel to do something amazing.
Those saying “No Way” can just be a tad more open to the meaning of that “coincidence” or opportunity that comes out of no-where. Embrace it and then tell the story to someone.
And both groups can practice gratitude – being thankful – for being able to give or receive these special gifts.
With Angelic love,
Ronaldo in Astorga
Yes, you got the news already but there is more to say. I just counted eleven comments that are in Comments concerning the good news. And good news it is. It is a good example of how all my treatments have appeared to me. I jump from rock to rock as a kid crosses a river not always knowing where the next rock is. The water swirls and rises and falls randomly. What is next isn’t what I just did.
We are standing on a new rock, the Keytruda rock. It feels pretty steady. I see Cris seconding the motion on this drug. And this is more than just a drug, it is a new way of thinking, a new way of dealing with the problem. I look forward to that. This is immunotherapy, a new approach.
Thank you Magi. Your gift was earthshaking. Thank you.
we continue loves, Felipé.
Yup, my gift from the Magi showed up big time! It’s Epiphany, right? January 6th, right? I am cleared for immunotherapy! Will follow with some details but for the moment we are calling it a WIN. It is the way forward! A new trail!
Neither Rebecca nor I totally understood all the lingo at Nugget’s meeting but got enough of it to get that it was a good thing. So basically my cancer is putting off a major amount of mutations. Twice as much as is needed to put it in this category for this treatment.
I’m in, or actually my cancer is in.
The drug chosen to start this process is Pembrolizumab or more commonly known as Keytruda. A couple of my knowledgeable oncology nurses said that they liked that one, they were encouraging. I’m happy with that.
That’s all I have energy for today. Thanks you all for your thoughts and prayers.
jumping to the next rock loves, Felipé.
Another rain storm just rolled in at noontime. The Island, well and Western WA is inundated with flood water. There are road closures and mud slides. The trail is pretty darn soggy here at Raven Ranch. If you are walking with me in the next few weeks, rubber boots would be the footwear of choice.
As to flying squirrels, haven’t seen any lately but they did cross my mind this morning. You know the Washington Football Team is looking for a new mascot since they dropped “Redskins“. How about the Washington Flying Squirrels? I don’t know if I like that better than the Washington Bureaucrats or maybe the Washington Flying Bureaucrats. Sorry, I’ll try and change the subject now.
Maybe I just procrastinating. We had a death among our friends here on Vashon. A friend, Mike, who lived on our road here and we worked jobs and went on hunting trips together. He went back even further as he was in the same high school class with Rebecca back in Memphis in the 1960’s. That’s way back. So, we are mourning presently.
I think I will take off. You are the best. Hang in there for today. Anon.
flying squirrelly loves, Felipé.
I feel so lucky when I get a good dream, like the god’s are smiling down on me that night. And a good dream can last a long time giving off it’s energy. In my own sophomoric understanding of dream symbolism I’ve always taking a building or structure or place to be a container that is me, the big me. In my past they were houses, schools, hallways or military bases. But it stands for the architecture of my whole being. Yea, that’s good.
So, in my dream I went to a party in a building that was given by the owner who was showing it off with the idea of renting or perhaps selling it. There were other people there at the party of course but I don’t quite remember them as maybe my mind was on the space itself. It was maybe three or four stories with beautiful stairways. It wasn’t vertical enough for an elevator. And the building was square in layout, without a lot of wings and dead ends. It was easy and enjoyable to get places vertically and horizontally.
It wasn’t a school or a hotel or a office building. It’s purpose looked like a conference center maybe. Small spaces and big spaces enough and everything comfortable and easy to get to. It looked like enough space for all my friends and associates to do what they do. So, that is all I know really, but that is enough. This form of architecture was my intent.
OK, have the Monday morning walk!
spacious and comfortable loves, Felipé.
We have a new Bureau Chief I am very proud to announce. He walked with me and with others in our extended family there on the trail. His name is Sherif and he just sent a pic from Egypt where he and his family reside.
So that is new here, very new. And a lot of new things will be happening with us in the unfolding of this new year! Are we ready?
Have we thought about changes that we need to make to parallel or even facilitate what will be 2021, the new year that we just have an opening glimpse of.
Perhaps we need:
New settings.
New attitudes.
New looks.
New scoresheets.
New tools.
New measurements.
New ways and means.
New connections.
New nourishment.
New healing.
New ways to love.
New ways to grow.
New ways to relate.
New ways to see the stars.
New clothes.
A new walk.
A new talk.
New ways to get our ducks in a row.
New ambitions.
New motivations.
New devotions.
New ways to say thank you.
New ways to say I’m sorry.
New ways to make music.
New ways to paint.
Well, it is a start. This blank canvas can be scary if we let it or it can be one big precious opportunity. What color shall we start with?
dark dark blood red loves, Felipé.
So what do we do today? Is there some protocol? The day after Christmas is Boxing Day so maybe… Maybe the day after New Year’s Day is some kind of a Different sort of Boxing Day. Like a “pack up your sorrows” day. Maybe Dumpster Day. Just chuck all the major BS from the old year in there and the whole kit and caboodle disappears down the road. Just a thought.
While we are working on that I have something else for you. A friend has a blog post on this site:
Debra Jarvis is a chaplain at U of Washington Hospital and a good writer. She publishes twice a month and is funny and her material poignant. Check it out.
OK, I am off. Still have things to do today and PFJ’s alma mater is playing football top day I think. Might nap have to check in on that.
dump lots of stuff loves, Felipé.
These are the kinds of heavy duty questions that I try to avoid at all costs these days. I was just making a last minute purchase on New Year’s Eve for a quart of egg nog and I am confronted with this. And it is from the same dairy, really guys? Classic or Traditional? I’m glad I wasn’t on some mind expanding drug or I would have been staring at that til the store closed.
Hopefully our new year will have components that are more clear cut than that. Yea, the new year, here we are! Happy New Year everyone! We made it! So many great greetings and salutations from all over the world are coming in! It started with a FB post from Angela in Australia and continued time zone after time zone. So many happy cheery faces ready to tackle 2021.
One of the most important things to remember about 2021 is the big Raven Ranch party in August. So if you haven’t already, then mark it down on your brand new calendar, that’s the 20th-23rd. There, no muss no fuss. We will all be ready to go by then. OK, I’m placing the order for the seed corn🌽. That’s Sugar Buns, Bodacious and Golden Jubilee. Oh yum!
There is a rumor around that I am changing the Veranda name this year. I would like to say that yes I am working on a new name, something that is more appropriate for this year and what we have been through. The name Veranda was good, awesome really. And then last year we had the Corntine which reflected the reality of the quarantine. So, this year’s has a new name to try and capture the feel of what August 2021 will be like.
all new yummy loves, Felipé.
Henriette came up with a hilarious Camino story but we will save it for last since I won’t be able to follow it with anything. Worth the wait though. But first I must fill you in on the continuing saga of my, my what? I’ve lost track of what I originally started to accomplish with all the interruptions and delays and holidays. Everything medically is still up in the air. I feel like I am getting a doctorate of anxiousness, yea a DA. Yea, Felipé Camino DA.
I should be running for the ferry to get to the Institute right now but not. The results of my blood test are not coming in on time and it will be January 6th, hopefully, when we will be able to see the results. So, I got another reprieve. That happens on New Year’s sometimes, the Governor issues a stay.
Really glad I am not the anxious type or this would drive me crazy, this waiting. But we have plenty of other things to drive us crazy right now so it will have to get in line. Yes, and the pandemic continues to ravage the landscape of our lives. But we bravely walk on trusting that things will work out. Sounds like what we do.
So off to Henriette’s story:
Okay, here’s one of my hold your sides laughing Camino tales: One night early on in our pilgrimage, I created quite a stir when, after lights out, in the pitch dark, I carefully counted five beds over in the snoring room, and climbed into the top bunk of a bed already occupied. There was a blood-curdling scream and awakened cries, and I couldn’t get down the ladder. “Mom, Mom!” yelled Katherine in English from across the room, immediately identifying us to the whole sleeping room as the American mother-daughter team, while a man awakened by the screams called out “¿Eh, Que paso? ¿Que paso?” ready to defend the honor of the screaming woman.
*PS. Katherine got the worst case of the giggles of her entire life, which didn’t help matters any.*
Oh, I can so just see it. Good tale Henriette!
Eh, Que paso loves, Felipé.