Saturday, May 14, 2016

Flying to Europe

Lindsay and I met at JFK yesterday. No problems meeting up. We ended up having to. "Getting to" check our backpacks. There are pros and cons. I'd like my brush and carving cords. But I'm not sad not to be lugging this through the Paris airport. We're both tired. It's 7:36 here but 1:36 am back home. We slept on the plane but not enough.  
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  1. MathildaMay 15, 2016 at 8:00 AM

    Bon voyage! Any way to post a map of your trail? I'm thinking of you both, and am wildly excited for you. I so hope this experience brings all you want it to. Love you! Til

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    1. Crossing RebeccaMay 15, 2016 at 1:21 PM

      There is a map posted on a page. There is a menu of tabs posted at the top of the page. On a real computer unless something has gone wrong you should be able to click on the map of the route. On my cell phone I can only see this by clicking on home at the top of the page. This then produces a rotating list from which you can select map of the route. But I don't know how anyone would discover it was there. Weird. But that's where it is

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  2. MathildaMay 15, 2016 at 9:56 AM

    To honor the beginning of this journey, a poem by Hafiz. I couldn't get it to center ont he page, but here it is:

    TODAY

    I
    Do not
    Want to step so quickly
    Over a beautiful line on God's palm
    As I move through the earth's
    Marketplace
    Today.

    I do not want to touch any object in this world
    WIthout my eyes testifying to the truth
    That everything is
    My Beloved.

    Something has happened
    To my understanding of existence
    That now makes my heart always full of wonder
    And kindness.

    I do not
    Want to step so quickly
    Over this sacred place on God's body
    That is right beneath your
    Own foot

    As I
    Dance with
    Precious life
    Today.

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  3. Crossing RebeccaMay 15, 2016 at 1:30 PM

    Thanks Tilda. That's beautiful. And true. Last night on the plane I was filled with such a sense of worship and awe. And a desire to dance ( of course maybe it was merely restless leg syndrome.). But I want to dance this walk on the Camino and the walk of my life. I want to be celebrating the wonder of God in the world even when I am reduced to trudging. So-- many many thanks for the poem

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