El Camino is coming up over the horizon. And what is it all for? Why would you want to walk all that way?
Way back in 1995 along the Canal Lateral in Gascony is when I first heard about the Camino de Santiago. I was entranced to hear the footsteps of so many souls through small hilltop and along the water ways, French villages, heading to Santiago de Compostelle on the Galician coast of Spain.
I am walking to give thanks! Rolling up my sleeves, here goes.
First, to the Ladies.
All, who strap packs on for journeys, laugh, those who wear colors and fibers, and who have suffered losses of profound depths. Women who teach and and retire and teach again. Women whose pens scroll; images and words. Who document the world. Women who massage and lift and anoint beauty, everyday. Who believe. And examine. And love!
And now the Gents.
Who I adore more than life itself, for their bravery to talk, bringing sumptuous delicacy to table. Who sailed on ships in oceans, weathered many storms, standing and walking. Crazy handsome fools who test and thwart and aren't afraid to follow. Or lead. Or love!
And for the old flour door on our Hoosier Cabinet in the dining room. When it springs open ~ and I say oh, hey. You are still here. Always.
Oh, there it goes. Miles ~ Mr. Miles Wipper, thank you, Miles.