They look and shake their heads..

[William Garza]

I have approached and gently broached the subject of travelling the Camino with me,severally and pointedly certain of my friends and aqaintance.
Generally they sigh and ask...
How far
How long...
Why.

Several hundreds to over a thousand kilometers
As long as it takes.
Why... why?

Why do tbey ask me that,as the song said,If you dont know me by now...
Why is it some.....Go.
And some....Stay.
Why do people dissect,question and find question,where no exists in the pilgim heart.

I would love to have a companion to see,hear,smell,taste..feel the moment in time
To indelibly mark unto the soul the memory that no picture can capture.

I am here at 22:01 tired,mentaly fatigued,but am one step closer to the journey,earning every penny for passage.

The fingernail moon is behind me and i find myself aligned to Santiago..again..a small self realization..Lol!

It is worth it
I believe
I have Faith
I have Hope
I have Love
I see myself among mountains at the start
Setting off into the world with no guarantee of finishing
Walking as far as my Faith will carry me each day
There is no guarantee i will make it..is there
But i set off in Faith anyway,"the road will provide"
They who uttered those words first,must have trusted greatly,feared mightily and setting staff to ground,cast away all to the wind and entrusted themselves to....

I wonder at what point fear becomes the arbiter of a mans fate?

To take the same road to he sure,is comfortable

But what of the far horizon?
What Fellow pilgrim
Man and woman will i find on the way
Kindred spirit,what did your friend say when you asked them to go?

 

[CaminoDebrita]

William Garza
It is morning, west coast Oregon
A blue heron squawks its way
across the pond in front
as I read your text.

Why is it that only a poet
loves a poet?
Why is it that only a traveller
feels the call to the Camino, or perhaps
a traveller of the spirit more precisely?

When Spring emerges, and with it
the love for all outdoors, another season
of flowers, of birds, of the spring within awakens--
and we want to share that Spring, the renaissance of the soul.

One more year, one more month, one more sleep
No need to wish away time in the Spring.
Every day glistens with new, with dew on the grass.
Even the ducks feel it, the mother leaving to nest.

Your Camino family awaits you, William Garza.
You can not drag the cat into the water, the bird from the sky.
Let them that already feel the call migrate with you--
lifting into the air with their hopes and dreams,
and memories with them will sustain you.

Through the winter, and all the years, until Spring comes again.

Buen Camino---

 

[CaminoDebrita]

I have approached and gently broached the subject of travelling the Camino with me,severally and pointedly certain of my friends and aqaintance.
Generally they sigh and ask...
How far
How long...
Why.

Several hundreds to over a thousand kilometers
As long as it takes.
Why... why?

Why do tbey ask me that,as the song said,If you dont know me by now...
Why is it some.....Go.
And some....Stay.
Why do people dissect,question and find question,where no exists in the pilgim heart.

I would love to have a companion to see,hear,smell,taste..feel the moment in time
To indelibly mark unto the soul the memory that no picture can capture.

I am here at 22:01 tired,mentaly fatigued,but am one step closer to the journey,earning every penny for passage.

The fingernail moon is behind me and i find myself aligned to Santiago..again..a small self realization..Lol!

It is worth it
I believe
I have Faith
I have Hope
I have Love
I see myself among mountains at the start
Setting off into the world with no guarantee of finishing
Walking as far as my Faith will carry me each day
There is no guarantee i will make it..is there
But i set off in Faith anyway,"the road will provide"
They who uttered those words first,must have trusted greatly,feared mightily and setting staff to ground,cast away all to the wind and entrusted themselves to....

I wonder at what point fear becomes the arbiter of a mans fate?

To take the same road to he sure,is comfortable

But what of the far horizon?
What Fellow pilgrim
Man and woman will i find on the way
Kindred spirit,what did your friend say when you asked them to go?

William: I have only asked a few people to walk part of the Camino with me, and time and financial constraints, along with the fear of leaving home and animals behind, is hard for many.

 

[William Garza]

William: I have only asked a few people to walk part of the Camino with me, and time and financial constraints, along with the fear of leaving home and animals behind, is hard for many.

I asked them to share the road,the tussock the gravel and the grass under shady trees..
I think it is the wide open skys,fearfully they gaze at the wide expanse and gaze on eternity..
Or that there is any direction to take..only the decision to be made is overwhelming

What is it that i have..or lack? That segregates and separates my anima from theirs?
Try as i might,i long to see the majestic empty places,the quiet spaces and open faces.
I am alone
But never lonely...
In company,i drink up the commonality of,man and womankind...
I must be a separate sort..i love the sound of wind in the barbed wire,as it caresses the long brown grass over miles,and then passes,singing for me as it goes on.
I love the silence of the desert under endless stars..there is a song there too..

Who is the piper?have you heard him?
To be among others like me,will be a homecoming i think.

September,October,November
Or thereabouts
17 months..give or take my meager savings
In the silence of the night i hear the soft ticking of the clock..imitation of my heart

Ohh the evanescent and bursting Joy!
I hope,to see everyone of you out there...and we will share this cup of Joy between us!

Que los Santos te agarran tus manos en la noche,y te digan buen noticias en tu suenos...
Que las mananitas bendigan con sonrisas y cafe con crema
Que tus traviesos en los Labores de Dios,te dan pas
Y en la noche...que suenos buenos te llevan.
That is my prayer for the Pilgrims.

 

[Robo]

I have pondered the same things.

And as I walk my Camino right now I realize that those with whom you would share:

Your journey....
Your wonder....
Your joy...

Await your arrival.

For a thousand years or more, they have been drawn to this journey.

 

[William Garza]

I am in awe of those present,past and future whove added their prints on the Way..i can only imagine..right now,the wonder of it all!

 

[CaminoDebrita]

Shut your eyes.
You lean on the round gold brown bale
and hear the sound of wind.
This is the Meseta, and I have been
in my dreams, on the side of the silence.

 

[William Garza]

Deb
What a wondrous life you must have lead..
To have a hand on the tiller and sail of so many futures..
I hope the retirement is only from the grind,not from the ever present now!

It is 09:32 here on the south coast,..i am exitedly tired..or tiredly exited...idk
It is a wondrous,fullness of giddiness that keeps me,from sleep..well that and the pain.

Open arms.
That is the only way to decribe,to try to complete the sentence that makes up the internal dialog.
It is like a homecoming
More..like me
Humbled and exalting at the same hearts beat.
It isnt absolution,nor resolution
Mearly..an evolution
Out of one life grown old...grown cold..

To walk in the tracks of so many come before..
To,
How many after.
That...
Is eternal.

 

[CaminoDebrita]

Deb
What a wondrous life you must have lead..
To have a hand on the tiller and sail of so many futures..
I hope the retirement is only from the grind,not from the ever present now!

It is 09:32 here on the south coast,..i am exitedly tired..or tiredly exited...idk
It is a wondrous,fullness of giddiness that keeps me,from sleep..well that and the pain.

Open arms.
That is the only way to decribe,to try to complete the sentence that makes up the internal dialog.
It is like a homecoming
More..like me
Humbled and exalting at the same hearts beat.
It isnt absolution,nor resolution
Mearly..an evolution
Out of one life grown old...grown cold..

To walk in the tracks of so many come before..
To,
How many after.
That...
Is eternal.

William Garza, I have walked
with Walt Whitman, through Leaves of Grass
with T. S. Eliot, through The Wasteland.
I have seen the balloon man with e.e.cummings,
and I have seen Icarus melt on his way to the sun.

Odyseuss would have snuck me from the cave,
under the wooly fleece of the ram,
and I would have clapped my hand over his mouth,
to get us home to Greece.

I have seen the stars in Juliet's eyes,
and uttered, "don't do it" to Romeo too many times.

: ) You catch my drift! I'm not "retiring," per se'. I have a lot of irons in the fire, and simply want to do what I want.
I've had a few job offers--one from a university to do online work for them, curriculum and grading. First, I'm going to relish my Oregon summer and help my step kid plan her wedding. Then, Camino. Then? writing, sub teaching, spinning a little of my own gold, collecting the eggs, watching the pond. I am not tired. I am not quitting.

 

[William Garza]

There is too much soul left to share no?
The irons in the fire..they make a lovely glow in the setting of the evening,lighting the way for more dreams.
I was forcibly retired..dang...
My soul is still out "there"
My friends have settled
Compromise i think...

Their world is comfortable,predictable
Utter sameness...
I would take the high wild places,with a tribe of free men..and women
And brave the storm,the tide and wind
To share that secret smile between us
Rather,to never feel the ice,to not drink from that cup of suffering shared amongst us..that would be among my regrets.