On my Camino In route to Hunto ~ Beautiful Views ~ all UPHILL… but moderate and gradual. We tip toe around a couple of huge slugs, exchanged greetings with fellow pilgrims and were snorted at by a pig while the cattle lay napping. The alpine flowers are gorgeous, deep purple Columbine. My thoughts go to Gail, Wayne and the fairies…
Everything is splendid and the colors are vibrant. To stay aware of each breath and each step doesn't begin to describe these moments. On our climb to Hunto I began to feel the strain in my lower back and remembered Wayne's advice, turn around and walk backwards to use a different set of muscles. It worked! Just prior to following his advise I thought of Gail as I held her angel gift dangling from the black cord 'round my neck remembering her words, “Angel, Mary will be with you on your journey to guide and protect, as she is always with you!” When I turned around by the side of the road, lay a perfect, freshly cut yellow peach colored rose. I picked it up to carry with me as I shared with Heather, for me this experience is a sign, a spiritual validation. There were no roses in sight and when we reached Hunto the roses growing there where not of this shade or color.
On my Camino In route to Hunto ~ Beautiful Views ~ all UPHILL… but moderate and gradual. We tip toe around a couple of huge slugs, exchanged greetings with fellow pilgrims and were snorted at by a pig while the cattle lay napping. The alpine flowers are gorgeous, deep purple Columbine. My thoughts go to Gail, Wayne and the fairies…
Everything is splendid and the colors are vibrant. To stay aware of each breath and each step doesn't begin to describe these moments. On our climb to Hunto I began to feel the strain in my lower back and remembered Wayne's advice, turn around and walk backwards to use a different set of muscles. It worked! Just prior to following his advise I thought of Gail as I held her angel gift dangling from the black cord 'round my neck remembering her words, “Angel, Mary will be with you on your journey to guide and protect, as she is always with you!” When I turned around by the side of the road, lay a perfect, freshly cut yellow peach colored rose. I picked it up to carry with me as I shared with Heather, for me this experience is a sign, a spiritual validation. There were no roses in sight and when we reached Hunto the roses growing there where not of this shade or color.