Friday Morning




Happy Friday!




Just a bit before 7:30 this morning, I am back from my walk with the dog, had a shower, got a cuppa here with me, and just finished eating a buffalo burger that I cooked on the grill the other night. Last night's dinner was popcicles (it was hot last night!), so I was hungry this morning when I got back from walking.


My pack is coming together. My "alternate" pack is also coming together. I'll be having my blessing ceremony here at the house on the 23rd. I found out I can fly back to London directly from Santiago. I've got my passport, and my Pilgrim's passport, which get stamped at each alburque to prove that I've walked the Way once I get to Santiago. I have my boots and my sandals. I have my clothes and my socks. I have a very good Spanish/English dictionary. If I had to get up and go today, I could. That's a good feeling.


Yesterday wall all day in Denver. I really enjoyed meeting Andrea and Steve, and being able to share some of our produce bounty with them. I like a businessman who answers the door in socks!! My kind of place to work!

There are just so many thoughts going through my mind right now, it's hard to pull them all together. I am trying to balance out the walking with some yoga, the stretching and strengthening being necessary, too. Plus adding some meditation, and Journeying as well. I will miss the upcoming West direction class with my teacher Katherine, but still need to keep up with the work so I will be ready for it when it cycles around again.

All in all, I am feeling pretty grounded. Because of the interruption in my schedule yesterday, I rescheduled today's Spanish lesson for early Sunday morning. I am going to attempt to walk to my teacher's house, maybe 3.5 miles. That will be a good stroll, and afterwards, I will walk down to one of my favorite coffee shops, and call Glena to meet me and bring me home! That's the way to do it, right??


Blessings on you all!

Crone

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