So much to say

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The journey continues....
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
and
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
and
Ummmmmmmmmmmm.
and
Oooooooooooooooooh.
If I haven´t used words in the past bunch of days, at least not words on a computer screen, it is not for lack of activity, experiences, thoughts, feelings, people, questions, rivers, mountains, flowers smiling at me, singing Korean men, muddy shoes, beautiful companionship, old old towns with smiling screeching ladies waving their hands, strange dogs of all shapes and personality types, clouds floating in the bluest sky, early morning walks, sunrises inumerable, sunglasses, panting in the too too hot afternoons, drinking from village fountains, bed bug scouring, laughing, sighing, maybe crying, singing, harmonica like the pied piper making the dogs bark (are they angry, are they happy are they confused?), red wine and cerveca, pilgrims menu, a split down the middle of my lip just like my dad gets, naps under trees, head full of thoughts, empty head, lightened feet, impossible distances, spirits heavy and light, colors dense and bright, cities, pueblos, spanish tiled rooves, talking games, apple, button, doughnut, elephant, forklift, get up and GO!

That last bit was a bit of an inside joke for someone special.

So I have 8 minutes to wrap this up. I don´t know what else to say right now. The camino is magical. A magical vessel, holding the contents so you can see clearly, like a crystal ball or a clear still pond where you can see the koi fish swimming in orange streaks. You watch your thoughts arise, you notice recurring experiences, and you know that they ARE happening. Like a mirror you can see yourself more clearly. How you think, where your mind goes in the quiet moments, what kind of people you want near you, what you hope wish and dream of and for. I´m making it sound glamorous or too magical probably. Probably too vague as well. But it´s ordinary walking. Yet it´s consistent enough to allow for things to just happen. It´s long enough to get sad enough to find happiness on the other side. Or happiness long enough to get sad. And then you say, "wow, Bob Dyaln is right, everything passes, everything changes" and you recite the words of "To Ramona" over and over again until your eyes fill with the tears of everything and nobody is there to hear it but you and you realize you know how to sing, quite naturally.

three minutes more. don´t want to lose this.
Six days to walk.
Home in NYC is on the horizon. Not looming, just hanging there. Not threatening. Just there. Waiting quietly.

DREW

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Comments

[G-man]

you are beautiful
pure true magic ;-)