Last Day...For A While


Well, here it is. The culmination of years of thinking, planning, organizing, wondering, questioning, worrying, obsessing, and whatever other "ing" verbs you might want to put in here. I leave tomorrow. I think I'm ready, at least as ready as one can be on the eve of this voyage. Yesterday, G. and I went down to our favorite store and got henna tattoos of the scallop shell on our left upper arms. Today, mine is much darker than it was. I hope it will last at least until I actually get ON the Camino. Had my last Spanish lesson yesterday. Many thanks to my wonderful maestra, K. She's a jewel.
Today's card was very interesting. At first, it didn't seem to fit, then I read this: "...this card is not about being a workaholic. It is about all the ways in which we set up safe but unnatural routines for ourselves and, by doing so, keep the chaotic and spontaneous away from our doors. Life isn't a business to be managed, it's a mystery to be lived. It's time to tear up the time-card, break out of the factory, and take a little trip into the uncharted."
Well. I guess THAT'S pretty clear! All righty, then, let's go! Here's to chaos and uncertainty!
Hasta luego, caridos.
Crone

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