Watching from the restfull shelter of this cafe
a stream of pigrims
steadily passing
- or unsteadily passing -
with heavy backpacks,
wide brimmed hats,
high tech walking poles,
hand-carved sticks,
ball caps, berets, crutches, without bags, with eye shadow,
wilting under the sun -
bearded, smooth, smoking, perfumed, cell phone ringing,
or silent -
with crosses, shells, badges, pins, buttons, beads,
guitars,
bicycles,
horses,
donkeys
some determined, some drifters
some shuffle, some sprint
some linger in a wisp of shade
some race on to the next day.
They pray in 800 year old places
with quiet
they pray in bars with tv blarring
with beer -
they go in groups
they go alone
they sing, write, talk talk talk talk talk
laugh
cry.
There is no thing in all these lives which is the same -
except for this Camino
and this day.
And this is profoundly unifying.
and this is Good.
And now my Camino is
to be
a witness.
And this, too,
is Good.
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Watching from afar as her son and his partner is also walking at the same time. I have watched with interest your journey. I only hope that they also make the right decisions at the right time. My love to you both.
ReplyDeleteAn Aussie Mum
look for the small signs from those who have passed.
Thanks Aussie Mum! My mum is a Kiwi! I trust the Camino is looking after your two as it has looked after us.
ReplyDeleteAllison
Hi Diane and Al, what an amazing journey and the strength you have both come to know is you. I commend you both for the truth that only each of you know is what you need. I have great respect for anyone that accepts and acts upon what their body and mind tells them to do. In the words of somebody great in my life, our dear dad, "Carry on".
ReplyDeleteLove to you both, Shelley