The tapas table with the cherry blossoms overhead! (photo P Volker)
Whatever happened to April showers? Maybe I better not speak to loud. Can’t tell you how much I am enjoying this fantastic weather. Just as Pilgrim Farmer John and William are under snow. Well, that’s how it goes.
So how is everyone doing with the isolation? There was a FaceBook post from Now That’s Funny was “If the schools are closed for too long, the parents are gonna find a vaccine before the scientists…” Hehe. My Rebecca says parents are going to really appreciate teachers before this is all over. There is some thought about paying them a billion dollars a year now.
What is that old saying, “Necessity is is the mother of invention.” And that’s what we are experiencing right now. That is always stressful because of the lag between the need and when Mom gets there.
But it is how we do things most times apparently.
Governor Cuomo was talking a few days ago being inspired by the Apollo 13 movie. Remember all the brain power and slide rule work that went into bringing those guys home in one piece. If you can check that film out or one of the documentaries about the event you will see what the Gov meant. We watched one of the documentaries.
Well, I am off to solve my own current local problems probably won’t need a slide rule, maybe a tape measure would help. So, stay sane and be creative with your time and affairs. All things may be possible.
A flurry of snow. This is current in Cochrane, Alberta. (photo W Hayes)
Yesterday there was a little flurry of amazing comments in the blog Comment area. If you have never checked that out, do. From the very beginning I always thought the comments to be an important part of this process. It seemed to me that if people didn’t respond once in a while I would just be howling into the wind of the Meseta. So, I am printing up one from Jessika (Secret Agent Jessika) and two from John (Pilgrim Farmer John John).
“Hola, Felipe! et al,
This current existence is becoming almost imperceptibly a little more Camino-like. I refer to the comforting “sameness” from day to day. I really don’t have the feeling of monotony, nor did I walking every day for 70 days in the spring of 2013. The word “comfort” really does seem to apply. In France and Spain, it was the call of the Way, starting early each day, beckoning with a new vista that I’d never seen before. A new restaurante or cafe that I’d never supped at before. Usually, the opportunity to say Bon Chemin, or Buen Camino to another Pilgrim, who, heretofore, had been a stranger that I hadn’t yet met, and who was now a Friend, a fellow Pilgrim.. And each night a new place to clean up and lie down and say a fervent Thank You God for giving this all to me, a sinner and a repentant Pilgrim.
So how can that possibly be similar to today’s life in Pandemic mode? In Europe, it was the ancient paths, where today it is the internet that now provides all those things. We can find a Mass from a different location, a different state, a different country even, every day! Different priests, bishops, even the Papa himself! We look through our electronic address book everyday and decide who we an call today that has something special going on, or has a special meaning to us, or maybe we just haven’t talked to in a long time. The Pandemic has given us that most precious of all gifts———–TIME! The recurring daily-dailies are looked forward to as well. This Blog is high on that list! My sole remaining Aunt on my dad’s side is nearing 90, and she writes a daily “letter” to as many of us family kin as have signed on to her address list. She’s usually first out of the gate, and I look eagerly for it. As she frequently states, “It’s a lot of words about not much of anything”, but it consistently reminds me of long ago days at home, and big and little family activities.
Phil’s Blog continues to amaze me with its poignant philosophy so easily presented to all of us. That slow-motion x-ray vision he applies to complicated events puts a much needed slower perspective into play. And all of us fireflies that are attracted to his glow add to the light and warmth of this priceless “Camino Connection”. Each of your personalities shows through with insightful comments, and I feel privileged to even know all of you, let alone think of you as Friends, and more importantly, Fellow Pilgrims.
Pandemically present,
Semper Fi,
PFJ”
Then Jessika had this for me:
“You know, Phil, I’m glad you talked about the ancestors. They were tough stuff and they handed down so much if we would take their learning. One of mine crossed the Oregon Trail, lost his wife and eldest son to Cholera along the way so had to isolate themselves from the rest of the wagon party, far enough just to be seen, but could not interact. I have been thinking about them a lot.”
Then back to John:
“Hi Jessica!
So many tiny threads that connect us, and we may never be aware of! The farm I grew up on in southern Iowa had deep, ancient ruts across one of the pastures that was so steep and rough that it had never been plowed up. I spent part of every youthful day walking over those hills to bring in the milk cows for evening milking. In 8th grade, we had a mandatory course called “Iowa History”. That was when I discovered that both the Oregon Trail and the Mormon Trail passed through the township we lived in, and our farm was, in fact, part of one branch of that Trail! So, depending on where your ancestors joined the trek, they may have in fact walked across our family farm on their way to the West! Buen Camino, indeed!”
Well, we are here. That’s pretty profound Felipé. OK, OK but we are here in this new place. Everything on the news seems new and strange. Most things in town seem new and strange. Masks and gloves and minions everywhere sanitizing everything that looks suspicious. Essential shop owners short on their skilled staff, short on products; business isn’t smooth.
Business is stressful but for the most part the home front remains calm here. I don’t know what I would do without being able to walk and work outside in nature. It is my personal joy. So for that I am thankful.
To strike a balance is the way to achieve some sanity these days. What do I have to have to keep on a even keel through this storm? This is a big question and equal in importance to the effort to keep from getting infected.
So onward we go to get to the “new normal”. Right now I’m listening with one ear to the daily homily of Governor Cuomo who seems to have a grip on the present situation and a grip on logical movement forward to the “new normal”. He’s good. If you have been hanging around Caminoheads for any amount of time you know that we have the phrase “beyond normal” which has been coined here. It means something beyond “new normal”. It means being more forward looking than that.
Well, it’s curious times here with all of us and times that require special treatment and care. But we can do this. We are smart and resilient. Our ancestors have weathered all sorts of storms and wars so we know deep down in us how to do this. Let’s get it done.
It’s nice isn’t it to have old friends and acquaintances call out of the blue and gab? Things seem relaxed in certain ways even in the midst of the overall chaos. Art, an old hunting partner, just called early here and we had to catch up. In our everyday usual lives we seem to never have the time or take the time to keep up. In our younger days we did a lot of exploring in the high country, cougars, elk and mountain goats, oh boy! So now we are planning a summer scouting trip up there to see things after travel is OK’ed.
Anyway, the point being that things are quiet and relaxed for some of us. I was out walking yesterday morning at the regular time and suddenly stopped and took in the whole quietness of the situation. No cars, no joggers, no planes, no lawn mowers, no dogs barking. Wow, it was close to spooky. It is generally unusually quiet here on Vashon but this was way beyond that usual.
Well, and what I am itching to get out there and get the tractor and the chainsaw going. Yea, I’m Mr Quiet! I’m itching to put the finishing touches on some things and to continue on others, Mr Noise here.
Other positive signs of Spring are happening here. Picked some rhubarb and had it for desert, a tonic. Got the old squeaky screen doors on the house yesterday. Maybe they will make one more season? And pollen is thick in the air, you can see it wafting in the breeze. The air is starting to be full of the smell of blossoms, whatever is current. Yea, Springtime, no mistaking it!
Well, time to get going and make some noise of one sort or another. Hehe. Have all the fun you can and at the same time of course stay safe.
Tulips in fava bean leaves from Catherine and Dana. (photo P Volker)
Man, our streak of gorgeous Easter Springtime weather continues. It’s as if we were in some desert environment somewhere not in the rainforest. But I’ll take it obviously, no questions asked.
Lent is over and we have been through the strangest one in I don’t know how many hundreds of years. But we adapted, we Zoomed our way through it. Now on to our next challenge.
I’m watching the little swallows out the window. They just started coming into town in the last few days. They are the sure sign of Spring and they are the sure sign of flying insects, their diet. We’ve reached a certain level of warmth. Eat up those mosquitoes boys!
I was able to get out on Saturday and do some rototilling on the corn. So we have two patches now. So, one will be able to rest a season while the other is working. Yea, the tractor was running great, the tiller was running great, I had my sunglasses on and just tilling my little heart out on that beautiful afternoon. I think that we are setting up our farm stand this summer by the side of the road. We missed the last two years but Wiley and friends have all sorts of veggies planted for sale so it looks like a must.
THE TRAIL REMAINS CLOSED THROUGH APRIL at least. We are taking that month by month. But I am walking on the regular schedule saying the rosary for us all near and far, big and small. That seems my best avenue to be of help in my Felipé world.
There are some furniture repair projects going at the shop bringing in a few dollars. People are so appreciative of that. They have favorite heirlooms that sit forlorn til some kind old carpenter applies some TLC. It’s kind of fun to touch history like that to be able to work with an artifact from another age and place maybe.
Off to the repair shop in town this morning to pick up four chains that I had in for sharpening, chainsaw chains. Still have logs piled up to cut up and split for Catherine and Dana’s next winter’s supply. Keeping everyone toasty.
So, that’s life at the ranch in the Spring of this year. It is not much different than other years really even though I recognize there are other realities out there of the harshest kind. And therefore my work on the rosary.
Off to walk and pray the morning walk loves, Felipé.
On this triumphant day, the most triumphant holiday of the whole year let us celebrate and appreciate our lives here and our place in the universe. Here it was Christmas just yesterday with days and weeks of rain and dank since but now look! Look out there at that blue sky and the reflection of the sun which I can’t see directly but I know is close none the less.
The first green leaves are unfolding, everything fresh and new. Coyotes howling and deer birthing. The Wild Kingdom shakes the chill out of it’s bones. The sun is brightening so it is hurting my winter eyes but it is a good hurt.
Sometimes living day to day is a triumph but look at us here at Easter celebrating so. Carrying on to say this is bigger than our present situation with the Scourge of this Virus gnawing at all our doors. That’s creepy I know, I know but forget it for one moment and rejoice. We don’t exist on bread alone and we can’t exist with no hope in our hearts. Fan that flame that is in there. It is high time for that.
We have today. It longs to have us. Be real to it. Take it as the gift that it is. Float on it’s surface if that is what you need or dive deep and explore. We are all in different places with different challenges but Easter is a day for everyone, have or have nots, believers or non’s to enjoy and ponder.
So glad that it is Saturday. It is a relief after the grief of Good Friday. A sort of rest or pause where the whole turnaround, the whole 180 degree shift brews in the darkness. I can’t see it but I can hear it bubbling in the shadows.
There is a notion, a notion that Jesus ministered to the dead on this day. The Bible isn’t specific on this but I like to believe it and I think about it all year. In other words Jesus preached to all those countless people who died before he came to earth who had not heard the salvation message. Now they could be saved. This is only a notion but it seems to fit with a merciful God. I like the way I can have this rattle around in my brain on the other 364 days of the year. It’s warm and fuzzy when I need it.
Just wanted to mention a movie that My Rebecca and I watched a couple of nights ago. It is titled The Green Book or maybe just Green Book. It was a free one which is what we have been doing as a hobby lately.
It is a little bit of a dig but there are quality films for free out there. Anyway it is basically a pilgrimage that this pair of people find themselves on, a highly unlikely pairing for the times. We really enjoyed it and we think about it afterward, a sign of a good film in my book. It’s ultimately warm and fuzzy after their long hard road.
No electric power tools or chainsaws for Felipé today. Trying to keep it all, simple. It is a day of concentrating on the dark facts. And most of the dark facts I can only face tangentially. Right now I am looking at the aftermath of the day, the late afternoon.
Here is Mark 15: 40-47 from The Message:
There were women watching from a distance, among them Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of the younger James and Joses, and Salome. When Jesus was in Galilee, these women followed and served him, and had come up with him to Jerusalem.
Late in the afternoon, since it was the Day of Preparation (that is Sabbath eve), Joseph of Arimathea, a highly respected member of the Jewish Council, came. He was one who lived expectantly, on the lookout for the kingdom of God. Working up his courage, he went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Pilate questioned whether he could be dead so soon, and called for the captain to verify that he was really dead. Assured by the captain, he gave Joseph the corpse.
Having already purchased a linen shroud, Joseph took him down, wrapped him in the shroud, placed him in the tomb that had been cut into the rock, and rolled a large stone across the opening. Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of Joses, watched the burial.
There’s a big glass of sadness but I love the ever faithful women. I love this Joseph living expectantly and working up courage. This is what it looked like late that day.
The flowers are still doing a cheerful job! (photo P Volker)
In the old days the Church or at least my church called today Maundy Thursday but I haven’t heard that in a long time. Anyway, it is an important day in the series of days that is the Passion of Christ. I thought that I would copy a section of the Gospel of John from my trusty translation, The Message by Eugene Peterson. It is chapter 13, verses 1-17.
Just before the Passover Feast, Jesus knew that the time had come to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his dear companions, he continued to love them right to the end. It was suppertime. The Devil by now had Judas, son of Simon the Iscariot, firmly in his grip, all set for the betrayal.
Jesus knew that the Father put him in complete charge of everything, that he came from God and was on his way back to God. So he got up from the supper table, set aside his robe, and put on an apron. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the feet of the disciples, drying them with his apron. When he got to Simon Peter, Peter said, “Master, you wash my feet?”
Jesus answered, “You don’t understand what I am doing, but it will be clear enough to you later.”
Peter persisted, “You are not going to wash my feet ever – ever!”
Jesus said, “If I don’t wash you, you can’t be part of what I am doing.”
“Master!” said Peter. “Not only wash my feet then. Wash my hands! Wash my head!”
Jesus said, “If you had a bath in the morning, you only need your feet washed now and you will be clean from head to toe. My concern, you understand, is holiness not hygiene. So now you are clean. But not everyone of you. (He knew who was betraying him. That’s why he said, “Not everyone of you.”) After he had finished washing their feet, he took his robe, put it back on, and went back to his place at the table.
Then he said, “Do you understand what I have done to you? You address me as ‘Teacher’ and ‘Master,’ and rightly so. That is what I am. So if I, the Master and Teacher, washed your feet, you must now wash each other’s feet. I’ve laid down a pattern for you. What I have done, you do. I’m only pointing out the obvious. A servant is not ranked above his master, an employee doesn’t give orders to the employer. If you understand what I am telling you, act like it – and live a blessed life.
Firewood in for the year. Tilling for corn next. Let’s get started! (photo P Volker)
Oh campers, my mind is ablur with all that is going on these daze. Of course the bad is so bad that that stands out like the proverbial sore thumb and captures and captivates us down to our deepest insides. We tend to dwell in it’s embrace, not that we want to but because we are somehow drawn to it like proverbial moths to the flame.
But there is the a flip side to all this. A new positive side is struggling toward it’s birth. There are signs and wonders appearing here and there like hopeful little flowers growing out of the cracks in the concrete. And my mind is ablur and aglow this morn with these visions of new ways and realities.
Below is a comment that came in today from Diego from down south, one of the group I lovingly call the Marauders. I really wish that he lived next door to me where I could talk to him whenever I felt the need. Well, of course that goes for all the Marauders and all the readers and supporters here at Caminoheads blog. Love you guys!
¡Hola peregrinos!
Great reflection this morning from Dynamic Catholic and Matthew Kelly…tying in with the themes out of Ravens Ranch today.
Traveling thru life, are we tourists or pilgrims? Are we just looking for souvenirs, attractive things and distractions? Saint James taught us The Way by taking Our Lord’s command all the way to “the ends of the earth”…looking for, listening to and waiting for God.
We peregrinos need to remember to continue to live, especially these days, expecting nothing but experiencing everything profoundly …knowing we are exactly where God wants us to be right now.
Throughout this life journey…Going back to help someone carry their burden by all means and thru prayer…is far greater than getting over with the stage on the map.
Maybe God put the world in this “time out” stage for all of us to take a breath and stop touring with our lives.
Good call on your seed selection. Hope it piles high on the roadside stand!
Avoiding distractions…
Diego
And so, that’s the way it looks for me this morn loves, Felipé.
