"You don't choose a life... you live one"
This is one of my favorite quotes from the movie "The Way" that was instrumental in inspiring me to make this journey. And as I sit here, in my new little home secluded in the foliage of Montecito, I feel that that one line has never been more true. I've spent a lifetime "chosing" my life. Trying to be in control. And I would have to say that for the most part... I messed a lot of it up! The choices I made always seemed to come back to haunt me, and a lot of them I am not proud of. And then, a few years ago I decided to give up control, and hand it over to the God of my understanding. I got myself a bus pass, and took the passenger seat... I gave up driving (metaphorically) and just sat back and tried to do the "next right thing". What a relief to not be in charge anymore... and then the blessings started reigning down.
This morning I am sitting here... with 2 days left before I leave for Spain... and I have a cold. A COLD!!! I am sick as a dog... and I have things to do ~ or maybe not.~ Maybe this is God's way of saying... slow down, you are ready...get some rest. I'm not sure, but what I do know is that I am trying to listen... for the lesson. There still are a handful of loved ones that I want to wish farewell.. and reading glasses that I need to buy ('cause in the last week I have either packed or lost all of mine) but what I need to do is rest. And I believe that I am being forced to do just that. grrrr I keep thinking about the preschool lesson we had last month about the butterfly and the cocoon. Wow ~ the patience it must take that worm as it builds it's cocoon, knowing that eventually it will break free, a beautiful butterfly...free...with wings. So, I took my Alka-Seltzer, blew my nose (again) and am heading back to the cocoon of my bed, knowing that I will be fine come Sunday!
I didn't choose this trip ~ it chose me! The longing to make this pilgrimage came from somewhere deep beyond my knowing, and that is why I know it is the "next" right thing to do. If it had been my choice... I would be eating Cocoa Puffs and sitting in a theater somewhere in England reciting Shakespeare! But noooo... I'm not driving that bus anymore.... I am walking 550 miles across Spain... and I WILL gain my wings!
Buen Camino
B
This is one of my favorite quotes from the movie "The Way" that was instrumental in inspiring me to make this journey. And as I sit here, in my new little home secluded in the foliage of Montecito, I feel that that one line has never been more true. I've spent a lifetime "chosing" my life. Trying to be in control. And I would have to say that for the most part... I messed a lot of it up! The choices I made always seemed to come back to haunt me, and a lot of them I am not proud of. And then, a few years ago I decided to give up control, and hand it over to the God of my understanding. I got myself a bus pass, and took the passenger seat... I gave up driving (metaphorically) and just sat back and tried to do the "next right thing". What a relief to not be in charge anymore... and then the blessings started reigning down.
This morning I am sitting here... with 2 days left before I leave for Spain... and I have a cold. A COLD!!! I am sick as a dog... and I have things to do ~ or maybe not.~ Maybe this is God's way of saying... slow down, you are ready...get some rest. I'm not sure, but what I do know is that I am trying to listen... for the lesson. There still are a handful of loved ones that I want to wish farewell.. and reading glasses that I need to buy ('cause in the last week I have either packed or lost all of mine) but what I need to do is rest. And I believe that I am being forced to do just that. grrrr I keep thinking about the preschool lesson we had last month about the butterfly and the cocoon. Wow ~ the patience it must take that worm as it builds it's cocoon, knowing that eventually it will break free, a beautiful butterfly...free...with wings. So, I took my Alka-Seltzer, blew my nose (again) and am heading back to the cocoon of my bed, knowing that I will be fine come Sunday!
I didn't choose this trip ~ it chose me! The longing to make this pilgrimage came from somewhere deep beyond my knowing, and that is why I know it is the "next" right thing to do. If it had been my choice... I would be eating Cocoa Puffs and sitting in a theater somewhere in England reciting Shakespeare! But noooo... I'm not driving that bus anymore.... I am walking 550 miles across Spain... and I WILL gain my wings!
Buen Camino
B
