When Irish pubs close their doors on St. Patrick’s Day, it’s probably a good indication this business with the Covid-19 virus is much more serious than our government has stated.
I am trying to remain optimistic that all of the planning, almost 2 years in the making, is going to play out just as we’ve envisioned. Three, gray haired, 60 somethings are going to take an epic journey and make forever memories.
For me, this wasn’t about religion in any formal sense. I’ve, long ago, tossed away the rigid and controlling influence of the Catholic church and embraced the idea that “God” is whatever you want her/him to be in your heart. I found the messages of the faith of my youth tested time and again, contradictory would be putting it mildly. The dark underbelly of the formal church has finally come to light and I am glad. This does not mean that I don’t pray. I do, regularly. I say words to the blue sky or star filled night, the faces of my grandchildren maybe even the giant snowbank in front of my window. I ask for simple things, love and peace, a sense of belonging, kindness from and to those around me, for wisdom.
So I have been praying. Praying to the Universe, at large, to grant those of us who need this Camino challenge to re-align our chakras or mindsets or even our souls. To allow it to take place, challenge our mental and physical abilities so it may bring us to a place of peace, contentment and sense of accomplishment. Another great addition to our resumes.
Buen Camino
“Holy” Sneakers 500
"Holy" Sneakers 500 