July has been wet. I don't mind. It means I don't have to water the garden and I can save some money and some energy. With all the rain, of course, the garden is lush. It's hard to imagine the barrenness of Winter with the sunny Rudbeckia in bloom.
The rain has also kept me indoors and given me time to work on my daughter's quilt. The more you add, the more you have to add to keep the balance and the symmetry. I have also forced myself to do a little cleaning and a little thinking.
I always feel that the cosmos, given time, will show us the way. With all this rain, I have had plenty of time to contemplate. So much so, that I think that I have found my "way" and it is ironically called, "The Way." I'm not sure how it came about, but I know I was looking for "something." I need to have a focus for the next ten years or however long I am spared. I think it must have been a post on FB (Facebook) that sparked my interest. Yes, FB may be the new oracle. Whatever the source, I was reminded of the Camino de Santiago in Spain and how much I wanted to walk it. I saw the film "The Way" a number of years ago and was captivated. I had actually read about the pilgrimage several years before that and wanted to go. I couldn't convince my husband, though.
This last week, however, I decided, one rainy day, to start training for the walk. I realized that I could walk 10kms a day and if I started in Sarria and walked the 100kms to Compostela, I could do the walk in 10 days. Of course, I would have to train and walk with a 10lb pack on my back, but I think I could manage that or have a service take my luggage for me. I won't be packing much. At 79, it will not be a fashion show; it will be an endurance test.
Of course, I have a lot to put in order before I leave. I will have to prepare the garden in the Fall for Spring. I will have to organized the dis-organized areas of the house. I will have to put money aside, read books, reconnect with a wonderful travel agent we use to use and of course walk, walk, walk.
My Joy for the joy jar this week has to be the rain. It nourished the garden and fed my soul. I now need to begin my journey.
Have a joyous week!