Yesterday, I was running last errands, getting things ready and house sitter in place. I whittled 3.5 more pounds off my back pack. The sleeping bag was too bulky and heavy and I exchanged it for a nice, light, small, barely 1.5-lb. cutie. I also sacrificed one top and my Black Canyon rain/sun hat as it was too heavy as well.
I splurged on a Pedicure. To spoil my feet one more time. They’ve no clue what’s in store. I hope they will carry me on their allotted task without major mishap.
I also spent some time with my little buddy, whom I’ve been privileged to have in my life, since his birth. When it was time to leave, it was a heart-rending fare well. He cried and held on, telling me he loved me all the way to Jupiter and back. He complained how very long a time five weeks was for me to be gone. I am so thankful that his parents share him with me. He’s funny, bright, and makes me laugh when times are tough. He’s my special boy.
As I sat still and reflected on this trip , with the external noise factory silenced, I was in awe. I am steady and straight. I have great energy. My mental faculties are present. (Well, most of them anyway.) I have a sense of well-being that is not supposed to be in conjunction with this ‘cell problem’. This divine force which propells me to the camino, clear and bright. I thought, if I wanted to have an ‘adventure’ picked by me, my choice would’ve been with lots more comfort (and gourmet food). Not to walk so many miles in whatever condition. But, it’s a strong voice and I’m heeding it.
The phone rang all day with family and friends wishing us well and the promise of saying prayers, each day, for us. The life line to home. My daughter, who will be our home center.
It is with a grateful heart, to our Lord, that I start this path. That I am well enough to even contemplate such an undertaking. I trust that HE knows what he’s doing.
I woke early this morning, not even a cricket in sight or sound. Just going over my check-off list. Carrie is still sleeping. She too, had a tearful farewell with her family, but it’s tinged with excitement.
So. I’m signing off and the next time I’m writing, it will be from Spain. Y’all take care.