On Walkabout

I am off to London to buy beautiful dresses, like a princess.
Then I shall fly to the rugged, storm-toss´d coast of La Coruña, and from there walk with some dear clergical types down the Camino Ingles to the great shrine city of Santiago de Compostela. It is a getaway, a retreat.
I hope it does not rain the entire time, but hey -- it´s February on the Galician coast. WaddaIwant?
Walking is a form of prayer, a contemplative practice. 
I am walking for Roger, a very fit, athletic pilgrim who´s just been diagnosed with an awful disease.
I am walking for Philip, my newlywed son, who must finish law school now and find relevant employment.
I am walking for Paddy´s health, and for my mom´s.
I am walking for Moratinos, and all the people who live and work here. 
I am walking for me, too. For hope, and surviving the next month or two. For cool new ideas, green shoots in the dark grey lawn of winter.
And I am walking out of gratitude, cause there´s so many little things in my life that are beautiful. 
And I am walking because I just like to walk.

I am not taking electronica along. You won´t hear from me unless something extraordinary happens. So be patient.