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Buen Camino!

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El Camino de Santiago is calling me.

I’m shooting for September 2016. Solo. 500 miles from the Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela, and then on to Finisterre, aka The End of the World. I have lots of research and lots of training to do, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt compelled to do anything the way I feel drawn to do this.

From American Pilgrims on the Camino:

El Camino de Santiago, in English “The Way of Saint James,” is the pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain, where legend has it that the remains of Jesus’s apostle Saint James the Elder lie. The Camino has existed as a Christian pilgrimage for well over 1,000 years, and there is evidence of a pre-Christian route as well. Throughout the medieval period it was one of the three most important Christian pilgrimages undertaken. Indeed, it was only these pilgrimages—to Jerusalem, to Rome, and to Santiago de Compostela—which could result in a plenary indulgence, which frees a person from the penance due for sins.

Am I called to this for penance for sins? Maybe. Am I called to this for the adventure? For the proof of independence..or the the acknowledgement of dependence on God? Maybe.

They say that one finds answers on the Camino. I’m hoping to find the questions too.

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Fire Away

http://youtu.be/zN3gsXJng3U

“Now, talk. Talk about the things you really want said. Don’t tell me about your family, your childhood, your friends or your feelings. Tell me about the things you think”

Mallory looked at him incredulously and whispered:
“How did you know that?”

Roark smiled and said nothing.

“How did you know what’s been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don’t want to hate…. Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you–except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It’s not boring to you? It’s important?”

“Go ahead,” said Roark.

Then he sat for hours, listening, while Mallory spoke of his work, of the thoughts behind his work, of the thoughts that shaped his life, spoke gluttonously, like a drowning man flung out to shore, getting drunk on huge, clean snatches of air.

-The Fountainhead

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Welp,

I’ve felt like giving up in a few areas of my life lately. So you know what that means…. time to give more. 

 

In lighter news, looks like the cold snap is over. Took a pic this morning after dropping the girls off at school:

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